24. Dom
24
DOM
C orey’s hole was so hot and tight around my finger. It was going to feel so incredible around my dick, just like it had before. I was going to be addicted to him. I was never going to want to walk away, but I had to. He deserved so much, so much more than being hurt by me.
You don’t have to hurt him.
But I will. Somehow, I will.
“More,” he begged. I slid another finger into him, then a third, twisting them, watching him writhe, listening to the soft whimpers.
He was so fucking beautiful, and I was here, naked with him, letting him see all of me—too much of me—but I trusted him. I cared for him more than I thought possible. Did I love him? No, I couldn’t, but I could enjoy this night.
I slid my fingers from his body, and he groaned. “More. I need more.”
“You’re so needy.”
He nodded, not even trying to protest. “Please.”
I ran my slick fingers over my cock and positioned myself to enter him. I braced myself on the backs of his thighs and pressed into him.
“Yes, like that. I need you.”
I pushed in further. He sucked in his breath and tensed, but I kept going until I was balls deep in him.
“Fuck,” he cried.
“You wanted it all.”
“Yes, so good, hurts, but it’s so good.”
I slowly withdrew, and his eyes went wide. “More, please. I’ll adjust.”
I drove back in, much harder and faster than before. “Like that?”
His breath was ragged, but he managed to say, “Yes.”
“Is this what you need?”
“Please.”
I drove into him again and again, and he squirmed beneath me, trying to move, trying to meet my thrusts. “You’re mine. I can hold you down and fuck you as hard as I want to.”
“I need to move.”
“No. Not now. Right now, you just need to take my cock.”
“Fuck. Dom. You’re… I can’t….”
“You can take it. I believe in you.”
“Fuck you.”
His ass clamped down on me, and I growled, dragging my cock out of him as he whimpered. “Take it.” I growled. He cried out when I thrust in again, and I finally let go of his legs. My hand was cramped, and I would pay for holding him so hard, but it was worth it. Watching him struggle to get free had made it even more delicious to fuck him, but now I wanted to turn him loose, wanted to see what he would do if he could move more freely.
He wrapped his legs around me and lifted his hips. “Move, dammit.”
“Greedy for it?”
“Yes, I need you to take me, use me, fill me up.”
“Jesus. You’re too much.” I was sure then. I would never admit it except to myself, but I’d fallen for him. I loved him.
He shoved his hips upward, trying to take more and more of me. He looked up at me, and when our gazes met, I felt like he was looking into me, like he could see everything I’d been trying to hide from him and the rest of the world. My head swam. This was worse than being naked in front of him. He was seeing all of me. I didn’t know if I could take it.
I pulled out and sat back. “Turn over.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you on your hands and knees. I can go deeper that way.”
He shook his head. “I want it like this.”
“Corey.”
“I want to watch you. I need to see you when you come. I need to know.”
“To know what?” I was afraid of the answer, but I needed to know.
“If this is destroying you like it is me.”
“Fuck.”
“Dom, please.”
I shoved his legs back toward his chest and drove into him. I was merciless, fucking him like an animal, ignoring the way my leg protested, ignoring the spasms in my hand as I held him tight enough to bruise.
“Dom. Oh my God.”
“You wanted rough. This is what you get.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” I held his gaze. If I was going to let him in like this, if I was going to let him destroy me, then he was going to have to look at me. I gave him no mercy. I was going to hurt almost as much as he would, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but making him come, watching him lose control. He reached for his cock, and I shook my head. “Don’t touch yourself.”
“Dom, I can’t…please…too much?”
“No. Just fucking right. You can wait.” He whimpered as I kept going. He was fighting my hold, his movements becoming wilder every second. He was flushed and sweaty, and he looked so fucking beautiful.
“Please. Don’t stop.” He planted his legs on the mattress and thrust up into my grip.
“Not going to.” I wrapped my hand around his cock. I wasn’t going to stop working him until he came. I needed to feel it, needed to grip him, to show him I was happy to be with him, to touch him, to enjoy him in every way. “I want to see you come.”
“Please. Yes. Need to. Harder.”
I stroked his cock faster as I tightened my fist around him, working him with the same rhythm I’d use on myself if I was about to come. I slid my cock in and out of his ass as I jerked him off, and he writhed and continued doing his best to meet my strokes.
“Yes. So close. So…Dom…need you.”
“Come for me, Corey. Show me how much you need this.”