14. Draven
Draven
T his feeling .
A pure jolt of energy surging through me. Raw desire. It wasn’t the outdoors, or the promise of more, even.
It was the way Max looked . As he finally stepped outside after me, he looked like he’d already been fucked. A half-lidded, hypnotized look in his eyes as he followed me. His hair already ruffled from moving around on the bed, and from when my fingers had been laced into it earlier.
His cock, as hard as mine and still spit-slicked from when I’d teased him with my throat a minute ago.
It had been a long time since I’d felt quite like this.
My dirty little angel, I couldn’t help but think as I saw him walk beneath the low glow of the lights in my yard, coming out toward the blanket I’d tossed on the grass beside the patio.
How could this person not realize why I would become obsessed with him? When anyone probably would?
We were under a canopy of leaves in this spot. I loved the way he fumbled a little as he made his way onto the blanket.
God .
Was I really any better than his stalker? Stalkers, plural?
My eyes skated over his body like he was my prize. The fact that he seemed slightly shaky only made it better. Sure, I could convince myself that my desires were different, because I knew damn well he wanted this, too.
But he still brought out the monster inside me.
The force that wanted nothing else other than to possess .
“You going to tell me what to do, or what?” he finally said, looking up at me from under his lashes.
A hot thrill passed over me.
His attitude.
I circled around behind him and brought my hand down onto his ass with a firm smack .
The sound cut through the night air, practically interrupting even the crickets’ song.
“Surprised you didn’t whine when I did that,” I murmured next to his ear.
“You’ve literally had your hand around my neck. Had me pinned against the ground. You think I’m going to draw the line at you giving me a little spank?”
Fire ripped through me.
I brought my hand down again on his ass, this time twice as hard, and I was given the gift of him letting out a breathless gasp.
I moved in close to his ear, keeping my voice low. “Barely touching you yet, baby.”
I kept my hand planted on his ass after smacking it. I gripped one of his cheeks now, giving it a firm squeeze. Max let his head lean against mine, my lips connecting with his earlobe as he pushed into me.
The front of my body connected with the side of his, too, my erection mashing up against his hip. Tormenting. Delicious.
“Not afraid,” he said.
“Want to be?” I whispered right up against his ear.
I let my fingers trail to one side, feeling for the smooth cleft of his ass. I moved my fingertips slowly, inching toward his hole until they skated over it.
He hummed, his voice low. I bit down gently on his earlobe as I stroked against his hole, reaching my other hand around and closing around the warm, thick weight of his cock.
Now he let out a little whimper for me.
Electric heat flooded my veins hearing him make that sound. A gentle breeze shook the leaves of the tree above us, hitting my hot skin as I began to slowly move my hand around the heft of his shaft.
Soft and hard.
His impossibly smooth skin and his cock so hard, all swollen under my palm, completely ready to come for me .
I liked having my face pressed up against the side of his head more than I could have bargained for. I kept smelling his shampoo and whatever shaving cream he must have used on his cheeks, too.
One turn and his mouth would connect with mine, sliding into a slow, wet kiss.
I could hold you here like this forever.
Close.
Stroking you, from behind and in the front.
Perilously close to letting myself kiss you.
Instead, I pulled away from him all at once, taking away my hands and my lips from his ear. He groaned at the loss of contact, swaying on his feet.
“Down. On all fours,” I told him.
I was here to make him come and show him how good my tongue could feel.
Not for intimacy.
Not to hold him so close it veered into something… more.
He looked utterly gorgeous—and painfully fuckable—as he got down on his hands and knees for me on the blanket.
I’d always liked seeing a strong man in a position of submission, but something about Max was even more fun than that.
He was submitting to me, yes.
But he craved my touch, and I wasn’t going to deny him that addiction.
“Almost thought you were about to whisper sweet nothings in my ear,” he murmured. “Your mouth up against me like that.”
“My mouth up against you makes you fucking melt. Wait until it’s on your hole.”
“I had a dream about you last night,” he said as I got down on my knees behind him.
Getting into this position was tempting beyond belief. I could fuck him, right now. Go in raw, slicked only with spit, and he would learn to like the pain.
Fuck him hard and get the hell out of this city, so that I never bring him into my world, at all.
Protect him—from me, not from the others .
I shoved the thoughts away.
“What was your dream?” I asked him.
“That I was chasing you. Down the halls of some sort of fancy, lavish hotel. But you were always one turn away, one room away.”
I hummed, grazing my fingertips over the small of his back, watching the goosebumps it drew out from his skin.
“Chasing me, huh? Why?”
“Because I wanted something from you.”
Heat rippled out from the center of my chest. “Good.”
Bad, bad, bad.
“I woke up hard,” he said. “A few moments of my hand around my dick and it was spilling out of me.”
“Put your hand around your cock now,” I said, my breath a little hoarse.
He obliged instantly, and I bent over, biting one of his ass cheeks before pressing a line of small kisses towards his hole.
I spread him wide. As I brought one fingertip to his hole, he jumped, just slightly, as if he was expecting it to be my tongue.
“Easy, Baby Blue,” I murmured.
When I finally let my tongue slide one slow, steady stripe along his hole, he didn’t flinch at all, though.
I heard him whisper under his breath. “Oh, God.”
He still moved forward, just a little, at the first press of my tongue. I followed after, staying on him, then leaned up, squeezing his ass cheeks with my hands.
“It’s very hot when you try to fight it,” I said. “But try to lean back toward me, instead. Promise it’ll only feel better for you.”
“Okay,” he said. His voice was low and a little broken sounding already, and it only set the possessive streak inside me running faster.
I went in again and as my tongue pressed against the tight ring of his hole, I felt him finally relax back into me, his thighs going less tense and the arch of his back dipping lower.
There you go .
Ideas floated through my mind, possessive thoughts about all of the things I could show him. All of the things I imagined doing to him.
Taking him camping and bringing along some ropes to try out on his smooth, soft skin.
Or maybe hiking to the top of a mountain with him and pushing my cock into him while looking over the entire town of Bestens.
Or I could take him to a big city for the first time, bring him to a rooftop surrounded by other glittering windows, and teach him how I liked my cock to be sucked.
That’s a whole lot of future plans for a guy you shouldn’t even be with, Lyons, isn’t it?
Fuck.
The devil on my shoulder was even more devilish than me.
And God , Max was so vulnerable, moaning softly as I pushed my tongue along his hole. I moved to bite his cheek afterward.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him.
“Tortured,” he told me.
Perfect .
“Put your hand on your cock,” I said. “And don’t come so quickly, like you did last time.”
He groaned, pulling in a sharp breath. “What if I can’t help it?”
“You can help it,” I said. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
He hummed. “You’re fucking impossible.”
But I felt him move his arm. In another moment he had his fist wrapped around his cock. He stroked it slowly, and I had another very bad idea, but one that I couldn’t pass up.
I shifted my position, bringing my cock close to the cleft of his ass. Seeing myself there was an image I wanted to burn into my mind.
The temptation to fuck him had never been stronger.
I swore I’d never wanted to fuck anyone more than I wanted to fuck him right now. Maybe because he was off-limits. Maybe because he was my ex-girlfriend’s brother, and I was crazy to be close to him at all.
Or maybe just because he was so goddamn beautiful and he didn’t even seem to realize it.
I brought the length of my shaft up against his ass and slid it back and forth in the slick spit I’d left there.
“Wait—” he said, jumping a little in place.
“Not going to fuck you, babe,” I said. “You’re not ready for that yet.”
I slid my shaft along his ass, watching as he relaxed again a little.
“Draven,” he said.
“Do you trust me?” I asked him.
“Fuck no, I don’t,” he said. I brought my fingertips up to his hole, putting a gentle pressure there. “ Ugh . Yes. I really do.”
“I want you to take my finger while you make yourself come,” I said.
He sighed, shifting on his knees. I could sense the tension building up in him again. “That’s pretty different from a tongue.”
Sometimes Max could get so mouthy with me that I forgot how new he was to all of this.
Other times, it was easy to see how inexperienced he was. He wasn’t exactly shy , but he needed me to take the lead.
“Hand back on your cock,” I told him. “You’re doing well, Baby Blue. Don’t worry so much.”
“ Fuck ,” he uttered as I slowly started to push my finger into him. He was slick enough for one, but definitely not two. I didn’t want to freak him out, just… push his limits.
“ God , you could not imagine how badly I want to be inside you,” I growled, pushing my finger a little deeper. “Tight as fucking hell?—”
“Not happening.”
“Not ‘til you beg me for it, at least.”
He relaxed around my finger slowly, and I could tell he was finally stroking his cock again in earnest.
“Draven,” he murmured.
“Just relax. I know it hurts a little.”