Chapter 21 #2
I kick off my shoes and strip down, tossing a condom and bottle of lube on the bed beside him.
There’s hunger in his eyes. “You really did need a cock in your ass tonight, didn’t you?”
He has no idea, especially after how worried I was about him. And as much as I told myself it was about my family’s safety, it’s more than that. As much of a dick as he can be, he’s someone I understand…at least in some ways, as the eldest. As the one responsible for my family’s care.
I remove my boxers, sporting a stiff erection, watching as his cock continues to firm up for me. I crawl onto the bed, facing his cock again, and he stares at me, clearly intrigued as I get a taste of his flesh again.
It’s like my tongue has been waiting so long to reunite with his cock, the energy shooting in spurts throughout me.
His moan is a song as I lap up his freshly cleaned flesh before sticking him in my mouth, quickly tasting that familiar flavor of precum.
It spreads through my mouth before I swallow, reminding me of how hot it was that first time I experienced the taste.
His cock swells in my mouth.
“I want to taste it, Log. That ass you got ready for me.”
I pull off his cock and crawl up his body.
He scoots down the mattress until I’m positioned on my knees, with his face under me.
He grabs my ass, pulling me down to his mouth, spreading my cheeks before I feel his tongue against my rim.
He’s deliberate with his movements, as though he knows the exact path he wants to run.
I forgot how experienced he is; of course he’d know how to do it just right.
He begins slowly, carefully, but growls before he buries his face against me, gripping my cheeks firmly, his tongue on a mission as it pushes into me. I grip the headboard, enjoying the sensations he stirs.
“That’s right, Killian. Eat me out. Take my ass.”
As fun as it’s been to let Killian take charge, I revel in being the one dominating him tonight. That he’s the one surrendering to my needs.
Killian devours me like it’s his job, and I steadily lower my ass closer to him, thinking if I push any closer, I might suffocate him.
“Give me a finger,” I tell him, and he pulls his tongue free, readying his index finger before I feel it pushing in. He keeps his tongue busy as he pushes inside to my prostate. “You like how perfect this ass is for you? Is this the best ass you’ve ever tasted?”
I hate myself for asking the question because I fear it might not be true, and I don’t imagine Killian would ever lie about something like that. I shouldn’t care as much as I do, but I’m relieved when he says, “This is definitely the best ass I’ve ever tasted.”
His breath hitting my stimulated hole as he touches my prostate has me moaning.
“There you are,” he says, like he was greedy to hit that spot. He works it in that expert way he has, stretching me open, his mouth wild, as though he’s trying to forget all his troubles by losing himself in his desire.
“Just like that,” I tell him as he keeps massaging my prostate just right.
He pulls away only to deliver another finger. As he touches against that spot, I rock my pelvis, guiding his movements to hit me even better.
“Get your cock ready,” I order him.
I feel tension in his fingers, but I hear rustling around. His mouth takes a break, I assume to open the condom, but he doesn’t leave me waiting long.
“Are you all suited up?”
“Yes,” he whispers against my flesh.
“Good because I’m ready to fuck you.”
“Do it. Fuck me, Log.” Now he’s the one full of desire, pleading for it.
He slides out of me, and I crawl down his body, getting on my knees over his hips.
The guy’s rock hard, his body clearly needing release after everything he went through tonight.
And I need to be the one to give it to him.
I reach back, positioning his cock between my cheeks, pressing the head against my opening, bracing myself for the intrusion.
I stare him down as he lies beneath me. I’m enjoying being the one on top for a change.
“Who’s in charge now?” I ask, keeping the head of his cock just at the edge. I’m being cruel, I know it, and the way his pupils flare, he knows it too.
“I’m in control,” he insists.
I shake my head. “Wrong answer.” I massage the head around my hole.
“Log, don’t be mean tonight.”
“You want this ass, and that means you have to submit to me.”
He grits his teeth. “You need this as badly as I do.”
“Do I?” I bluff, teasing him by slipping the head in.
He tries to thrust, but I rise up to keep him from pushing inside.
“Damn it! Log, why are you hurting me?”
“All you have to do is submit to me, and it’s yours. Totally yours.” Suddenly I’m the sadist, demanding something of him that I refuse to give. I watch as the battle wages behind his eyes, the struggle between his need for absolute control and satisfying his desire.
“Please, Logan,” he begs.
I slip what little of his cock I have in me back out.
“Fuck, don’t do this! Not now. Not tonight. You know you need this.”
The Wilde in me, this sick fuck who just wants to win, has a plan.
Killian is right on the edge, and between his vulnerability and my cleverness, I can outwit him, so I reach back, feeling for the edge of the condom and sliding it off.
I find the lube and pump some on his cock, stroking to prepare him.
He’s quiet as I work, his eyes wide, like he knows this will be too much for him.
I line him up, teasing the head against my opening once again.
“It’s all yours. Raw, yours to breed. You just have to say you submit. ”
“This isn’t fair, and you know it.”
“When have our families ever played fair?”
Again, I stick the head in, and Killian’s jaw drops as he enjoys the sensation of flesh meeting flesh.
“It’s time to admit you’ve lost, Killian. Time to let me dominate you.”
He cringes, his expression strained as he says through his teeth, “Go to hell!”
“You bastard,” I say because he has me there; it’s all a bluff, and I’m too close to back out now. I hate that I wasn’t able to gain victory over him, but I can’t deny myself when I’m this close, and I steadily move down, allowing that cock inside me.
“Fuck yes, give it to me,” he says.
I don’t hesitate or take my time, forcing him in instead, maybe a little faster than I should because depriving him was also depriving myself.
I curse as he fills me out. His hands grip my hips as I adjust to him, basking in the sensation of his cock against my prostate, delivering a sweeping rush through me.
I give myself only a moment before taking the rest of him, until I’m settled on his hips.
With my eyes sealed shut, I sit with the sensations that overtake me.
When I finally open them, he’s staring at me like he just wants to watch how I respond to being filled with him.
Again.
I can see why he was intoxicated with having power over me because being on top, with his cock at my mercy, it’s lifegiving.
I rock my hips, enjoying the sensations that burst within me from the stimulation, but also getting off on the way his expression shifts as he experiences the pleasure of this position.
There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes, knowing he’s won yet again. And I don’t even give a damn because it feels so good to lose to him.