Chapter Fourteen
Tomás
“There is no place you can hide that I will not find you.” I glared at the thing in my hand in warning.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to talk to it,” Kieran said as he lay sprawled so elegantly on the bed.
After we had cleaned up, Kieran decided to give me time to acclimate to the idea of the pale blue gift he bought me going up my ass.
Yeah, because I hadn’t been able to throw the only gift he’d given me in the trash. Thinking about my ass hole in a very different light did not ease my nerves to actually stick something up in there.
I heard Kieran shift on the bed, and I leaned back again to watch him from the doorway. He was now sitting up, his back against the headboard watching me watch him. “You are being ridiculous. We don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly content in letting you fuck me.”
I returned to my place in front of the sink where I was having this conversation with the aforementioned butt plug. “I can do this,” I whispered. “I want to do this. You’re not going to win.”
Kieran chuckled. The bastard. “Bottoming isn’t for everyone. I’m just lucky that I have a very sensitive prostate.”
The fucker did. While I wasn’t sure if mine was sensitive or not. I’d never tried to stick anything up in there. And yeah, maybe I was chickenshit. I hated pain. Although I knew once the pleasure started, the pain would probably take back seat, but since I had time to think.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t think. Thinking sucked.
A shift in the air behind me clued me in to Kieran behind me and I turned to face him. Naked in all his ripped bodily glory, he leaned against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. Before he could say anything, I let out a resounding sigh and dropped my chin in defeat.
The butt plug would win.
Chuckling, he cupped my waist and pulled me into him. Except, since my eyes were downcast, I had a good look at his long, thick dick, rising to half-mast. That shit was not going to fit inside my virgin ass. “Tomás, look at me.”
The soft tone of his voice made my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I did not look up. At least not until he cupped my chin and led me to look at him. His eyes were filled with mirth, light and airy in a way that I hadn’t seen in a long time. His whole body seemed less tense and although I loved the fight in him, I also loved this version of him too.
I loved him.
And it filled something inside of me that I hadn’t known needed filling. He kissed my cheek, then the other one. I ran my knuckles up and down his flank. I could just be like this with him forever. “Do you know how long it took me to be comfortable enough for me to put something like that up my ass?”
I snorted. The whole conversation so fucking ridiculous, but this wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d want. I hadn’t wanted before.
“A week of prep and inch by inch trial and error. It’s not something that should happen overnight. And it’s something that shouldn’t be uncomfortable. Talk to me, what is going through that head of yours?”
“I feel so stupid.”
He tightened his grip on my chin and kissed me. Before I could even lean into it and deepen it, he pulled back. “Don’t ever say shit like that. You’re not stupid.”
“I just—I have all these thoughts in my head. Like, you know, how about if I make a mess. How about if I bleed. How about if this thing gets sucked into my body and strangles me.”
Kieran bit back a laugh.
“Don’t laugh,” I pulled away from him and walked into the room. The perfect room, with the perfect bed, the perfect ambiance, and alone. We wouldn’t have to even worry about making noise. And I wanted to make noise.
“You’re thinking too much.”
“No shit.”
“Then stop thinking,” he ordered.
“Then make me.”
On a growl, Kieran fisted the back of my hair and slammed our mouths together in a brutal kiss. Teeth gnashed together and my lip swelled where I probably cut it and I didn’t care. I dropped the plug on the bed and drew him closer, our naked bodies aligned and perfect. I ran my finger down the crack of his beautiful, perfect ass while he cupped my butt cheeks and spread them. I felt my hole open and a cool breeze that made me shudder.
I’d already cleaned myself very thoroughly. I was ready. My dick bobbed in front of us along with his. “Fuck it. Make me ready.”
I laid back on the bed and spread my legs open, giving my shaft a slow pull while Kieran watched. His cock started to harden. He had a beautiful cock.
I tossed the lube and the plug closer to him. “Do it. Let’s see how far you can get.”
He climbed onto the foot of the bed on his knees and lifted the plug. “I don’t know if I’m going to have enough patience not to drill into you, but if you say stop, I’ll stop. Yeah?”
Fuck. I loved him. “Yeah. Stop means stop. Stop means I don’t like it.”
Stop. The word ran through my head. Everyone knows that stop means stop. “Tomás.” Kieran’s voice turned cold, demanding my full attention. He got it. “Are you with me?”
I almost fell into that dark space again. I didn’t want to go there. Ever. Not while with Kieran. I wanted this. With him. Only him. And he would stop because he’d stopped before.
“You are in control,” he said, taking the lube and spreading a good amount on the toy. “Say it.”
“I’m in control.”
With the toy nice and lubed, he crawled closer between my spread legs. I’d never felt so exposed, so laid out, and still felt safe. Ignoring my cock, he lifted my balls and ran a lubed finger down my perineum, into my crack until he rimmed my hole. “I could suck it for you,” he said.
“No!” I said. “Baby steps.”
He smirked, his cheeks heated. “Baby steps.”
I relaxed as he kneaded the inside of my thighs. “Relax, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I know. I trust you.”
The look he gave me made all my insides want to burst into rainbow confetti.
He crawled over me and kissed me hard. His tongue warring with mine, until he sucked mine as if it were flavored. Then he proceeded to suck me everywhere else. On my neck, my clavicle. He bruised my nipples until I was moaning and groaning. I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain. He slid his mouth down to my inner thigh, giving me soft kisses, and hard sucks. All while his fingers probed and rimmed my hole, slowly, then deeper.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m going to make it feel good.”
And he did.
By taking my cock in his expert mouth.
I almost exploded with the heat of his mouth on my shaft and his slick fingers against my hole. He inserted one. It didn’t hurt, just felt weird. Then he added a second. It burned but my dick didn’t notice. It was still in his mouth. I wasn’t sure what happened afterwards, but my dick became a live wire while my ass vibrated.
“What the—”
Something exploded inside of me and I moaned so loud I’m sure the people in the house next door thought something was dying. I was dying. Kieran was no longer even touching me. “There it is, baby,” he said, kneeling at the foot of the bed, his lustful gaze on my ass as he stroked himself.
He’d inserted the toy and turned on the vibrating feature. My dick felt like an iron rod, leaking.
I grabbed it but he slapped my hand away. “No, I want to watch.”
“Fuck, Kieran. It hurts.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Fuck. I didn’t know what I wanted. “Make me come. Please. Fuck. Please.” I was losing my mind. Writhing, clutching the sheets. I needed something in my mouth. “Fuck my mouth,” I begged. “Please. I want something.”
Just as I was about to blow, he pulled out the toy and I suddenly felt so damn empty inside. At least until he trailed his fingers against my hole. “You look so fucking good. Your hole is open. I think we can do this. Do you want to try.”
Shit, I’d try a fucking elephant at this point! “Yeah, fucker, make me come.”
Not sure if that pissed him off or not, but whatever the fuck I said had him putting his dick against my hole and in one fast glide, he slammed his cock inside of me to his balls.
I may have screamed. Definitely, maybe screamed. He plunged his cock inside of me, thrusting his hips in small measures until he hit that spot and every part of my body ignited.
“There, fuck. There!” I said, figuring I’d give him some instructions. The fucker laughed while I was a blabbering mess underneath him. I cupped his ass, and moved, chasing his dick. I don’t know who came first, or what world we were living in. I didn’t care. When I shot my load between us, I felt like heaven and hell had swallowed me whole.
He came with a final thrust inside of me and fused our mouths together. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. I inhaled him, breathed him in, ate his fucking mouth. He was all I needed.
The kisses softened, his heated body eased out of mine, and everything drifted out of focus.
“You okay?”
I barely heard him against the fading world. “Hmm, mm.”
“You’re shaking.”
I was. My whole body was trembling. I couldn’t make it stop. Despite the mess on me and inside me, he slipped into bed beside me and held me tight. With my cheek on his chest, I listened to the strong beat of his heart and closed my eyes.
I heard a beeping somewhere far off into space. Felt his lips on my temple. “I have to go check on my insulin. I didn’t bring any extra with me,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back, too sexed out to even move. My body heavy against my bones. A slight soreness in my ass that I did not want to think about. I must’ve said something else because he chuckled.
“I’ll bring some salve and make it feel better.”
Oh, I must’ve said the ass bit out loud. I felt him clean me up with a warm cloth before I passed out and woke up on the edge of a nightmare I couldn’t remember. My heart beating wildly in my chest, I scanned the room. The shadows played with my mind. Especially the one on my chair. It looked wrong. Darker and solidly shaped like a person. Staring at me.
“Kieran?” I heard the doubt in my voice.
The shadow approached. When he stood just inches from the bed, I got a good look at the eyes behind a thick layer of paint. Not Kieran. Luca.
He was dressed in all black. Blended with the darkness around him. His face was painted like a calavera without the pop of color. All of it black and white. His eyes trailed the length of my body. It’s when I realized I was completely naked. Some time during the night, I’d kicked out of the blankets. My body exposed to him. His attention remained on my tattoo of La Santa Muerte. It was as if we were linked somehow in death. Our bodies marked. His face. My chest.
“What are you doing here?” I finally asked in a hoarse whisper.
He tossed something at me, and I didn’t even have time to move away. Realizing my terror, he smiled revealing perfect teeth. Though his incisors were sharp and longer. I picked up the leather, unable to really see it in the dark. “What is this?”
I lifted my eyes, but he was gone. Just gone.
With my heart in my throat, I scrambled out of bed and turned on the lights. Had it not been for the leather belt still on my bed, I would’ve thought I dreamt him.
No, the leather on my bed was too small to be a belt. I lifted it up, ran my fingers along the beautiful intricate carvings on the surface and the silver buckle with a lock. My stomach twisted into knots as I realized what I had in my hand. It wasn’t a belt. It was a collar.