Chapter 12 #2
"You don't have to do it," Lucero muttered, biting his bottom lip. "I know… it can be a problem," he said, nodding to his dick.
I tilted my head. "You ever care about that with anyone else?"
"No," he said plainly.
"Are you saying I'm not up to the challenge?"
Lucero shook his head hard. "No! I don't want to hurt you. I love you."
Now that was a fist to the chest. Love. I shuddered at the word and had to restrain myself from spitting. Disgusting.
"I'll tell you what." I squeezed his cock and he moaned. "If you say that L word to me again right now, I'm going to walk away. But if you keep it to yourself, I'll ride you nice and hard."
Lucero looked torn. Is it really that big of a deal? Finally, he nodded once, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. I stared for what felt like ages until he met my gaze again.
"Jesus, you really got it bad," I muttered.
I lubed up my fingers and straddled him.
Pressing my nipple against his lips, I reached back and prodded my hole.
As his tongue flicked against the swollen pink nub, I cried out and plunged two fingers in deep.
My back arched, as if my chest sought him out.
Lucero happily moved to the other nipple.
He licked, he bit, he sucked as if he was trying to drag my soul out of my body.
Too bad that had died off a long time ago.
When I couldn't take his sweet supplications anymore, his moaning and whispered pleads, I shoved him away. I added a third finger, scissoring them. Even then, I was pretty sure that it wouldn't be enough.
However, I was a determined fucker.
I lowered myself, heart in my throat. As the head of his cock breached my hole, I sucked in a breath. Slowly, I went lower, and cried out as he stretched me.
"Fuck, fuck!" I shouted, my voice wobbly.
"If you need to stop?—"
"Ferme ta gueule!" Shut the fuck up!
I sucked in a breath and thrust downward.
Pain shot up my spine, but it was laced with such deliciously dark pleasure as I continued to ride, my breath caught in my throat as I forced my hole to accept what was rightfully mine.
My nails dug into his chest, and he whimpered beneath me.
Finally, he bucked. It was so hard, so fast, that I was thrown off balance.
Eyes flying open, I grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He didn't stop. Lucero hammered up inside of me, panting and moaning. "You feel so good. So good. Onyx, I-l need you. I need you. So fucking good!"
I couldn't even speak. Stars sparked in my eyes and all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight.
Even without hands, he fucked me wildly, his thrusts frantic and raw.
We shifted so much, wet slapping skin against wet slapping skin.
As we tumbled to the floor, I cried out and wrapped my legs around his waist. Lucero panted, his eyes wild as he fucked me harder.
Faster. Every thrust was a demand. An urge.
I love you. I love you.
Since he couldn't say it, his fucking was like he was trying to carve it into my insides.
All my power was ripped away, our bodies sliding across the floor.
Fuck. I was so high, and it was only on the cock that threatened to tear me apart.
My guts clenched, and I knew with certainty that if he ever tried to fuck anyone else I would gut them and leave their entrails in his bed.
"Lucero," I moaned. "You're being a bad boy."
"No," he panted, shaking his head. "I'm giving you what you want."
I glared. "How do you know what I want?"
"It's written all over your face," he whispered.
There was a single moment of silence before he fucked me harder. With his arms still behind his back, he relied on his core strength as his face was buried into my neck. Words tangled in my ear, hot and urgent.
"So fucking hot. So pretty. Perfect. Yeah, perfect," he moaned. "Fuck. Ass feels so fucking good I'll die. I'll die. Onyx, please. I love you."
All my rules went out the window as pleasure gripped me so hard I felt like I was losing my mind.
He was too close, whispering too much, too desperate, too needy.
He would break me. And I could never afford to be broken.
I tried to push him off, tried to save myself, but it was half-hearted at best. I loved it.
Loved him rutting into me like some wild beast while he told me I was everything he could ever want. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
I came so hard my back arched, chest pressing into his. Heat flooded my hole, thick and sticky as Lucero cried out. Panting, he fell on top of me, but I noticed that he kept his weight off me as much as possible. I touched his arm gently.
"Relax," I whispered. "I can take it."
He collapsed. The breath whooshed from my lungs. But he kissed my neck, tongued it.
"Thank you," he groaned. "So so good." He sat up as best he could and frowned. "One kiss?" He begged. "Can I have just one?"
For a moment, I almost bolted. And then I leaned in, my lips tangling with his.
All the air whooshed out of my lungs for the second time in one night as I melted against the cool wood beneath my back.
He was just as eager, needing and wanting more.
A whimper passed from my lips, and I immediately froze.
Weak. You are pathetic. Whimpering? Seriously, this is fucking disgusting.
I blinked back to reality. What was I doing?
This was a man that I hated. One I needed to get rid of so I could go back to being by myself.
I maneuvered until his cock popped free, a gasp on my lips as I finally pulled away.
Slowly, I dragged myself to the coffee table and unlocked his handcuffs, every step agony as my hole throbbed and ached, and leaked cum down the back of my thighs.
Rolling my neck, I stared at Lucero as he rubbed his wrists. He stared up at me, and I felt exposed. I rubbed my arm.
"Did you do what I asked?" The words spilled out. "Did you get rid of my last name?"
Lucero's big eyes clouded. When he glanced away, shoulders drooping, anger swept through me.
Yes, finally an emotion I understand.
"Jesus, Lucero. You couldn't even do that?" I scoffed. "I'm going to bed."
I stalked off, but when I glanced over my shoulder, Lucero hadn't moved. Thoughts invaded my head. Urges to go back and pet his head, tell him he was a good boy. Comfort him.
Instead, I walked into my shower, drowned in hot water and needless regret, before I climbed into bed.
But I didn't sleep. Not for a very long time.