Chapter 19 All Mine
What the fuck happened last night?
Lane just left without saying goodbye. He didn’t let me put his clothes back on, and he didn’t let me mark him.
Did I do something wrong? Surely not. I just…
I just told him I liked it, what we did.
Watching his hole swallow my cock was so hot it made me lose control and come before I meant to.
That alone should tell him I liked it. Didn’t he believe me or something? He looked uncomfortable. Scared.
Fuck, I keep overthinking everything when it comes to him. I usually do shit on a whim as long as it seems like a fun idea, but with Lane, things are getting a little too real for my liking.
I actually care about him, where I usually couldn’t care less about my hookups. Lane isn’t just a hookup; he’s more than that, and I need to make sure he’s not hurt.
The next day, I catch him in the hallway—literally catch him. I grab hold of his arm when he’s going downstairs and whisper low into his ear, “You were in a hurry last night, puppy.”
He glances back at me with a frown. “I was tired.”
I struggle to figure out what’s bothering him, but in the meantime, I keep my tone casual and unbothered. “You didn’t let me mark you.”
He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing. “So… so what?”
“Tonight, I won’t let you get away so easily.”
He blushes and looks away with a small nod. Good. It doesn’t seem like he’s hurt or annoyed with me—at least, not more annoyed than usual.
Before I let him go, I pull his collar down just a little to glimpse the purple marks on his neck. A sharp inhale through my nose precedes a primal urge rushing through my veins.
At night, when he’s in my bed, he’s all mine. During the day, it’s a different story. This game between us is getting more and more dangerous.
All I wanted was to have some fun, to pass the time, but now, the hours I don’t have him in my bed feel like a waste. The only moments in my life where I feel truly alive are when he’s with me, in my room, his soft skin sliding against mine.
My prison counselor told me to spend my time on things that bring me meaning in life, but I’m not so sure he meant for those things to include a nineteen-year-old little goth boy with big brown eyes and fluffy black hair—one who also happens to be my little brother’s best friend—but I believe it’s working.
The nights with Lane are making me look forward to something for once.
He’s making me feel, and maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
By the time the clock strikes 3 AM, I’m close to jerking off and coming before there’s any sign of Lane. I’ve been desperate all day and already jerked off once, but jerking off isn’t what I want. I don’t want to come alone; I want to come with him, and I want him to come with me.
Every second of waiting is excruciating. I lie on my back and squeeze the base of my cock, sliding a finger up to the head and rubbing it slowly. I consider watching some porn while I wait, but no porn in the world is as good as watching Lane bounce on my cock firsthand.
When he finally sneaks into my room at around four in the morning, he looks sheepish, a little guilty, and fuckable as ever in his little boxer briefs and oversized shirt.
“Oliver kept us up,” he explains.
“Mm-hmm,” I say, uncaring of the reason. I’m just glad he’s finally here, and my patience is running thin. “Come closer.”
I stand up and help him out of his clothes, stopping at the sight of the bruises dotted on his neck. I run my fingers over them, pressing on them one by one. Lane’s breath hitches at every touch, and his cock perks up between his legs.
I smirk down at it. So predictable. “On the bed, puppy. All fours.”
Lane crawls onto my bed, ass up, and I lean down and bury my face between his cheeks. He smells so sweet here, musky and clean. He’s cleaning himself thoroughly every night—I hear him showering at around two. Such a good boy, keeping himself so clean and ready for me.
I lick into his hole, and he stays quiet through sheer fighting will, but when I press my tongue tight and sharp past his rim, he moans—too loudly.
“Shh.” I dive back in, lips smacking as I kiss him, lick him, and kiss him again. “Mm, this sweet fucking hole. Can’t wait to fuck it again.”
“Please,” Lane gasps, pressing himself backward. “Please.”
“Please what, puppy?” I squeeze lube into my hand and stroke him, spreading it all around his hole, pressing a finger inside and getting as much of it around his walls as I can. My cock is aching between my legs, and I lack my usual patience.
“Please do it,” Lane whimpers.
“Please fuck you?”
He nods desperately. “Yeah.”
Standing upright, I rest my cock on the small of his back, letting him feel the length of it, how far inside it will go. I slide it down his crease, nudging his tight hole. I’m getting so into it, so lost in him, that I almost forget to put on a condom.
Gritting my teeth, I fumble with the drawer and rip open the packet impatiently, sliding the condom over my cock. I can’t fucking wait.
His hole is soft and relaxed for me, and I sink inside easily.
Lane gives a little hnnngh as the head of my cock pushes past his tight ring of muscle.
I grip his hips as I catch my breath and adjust to that intense pleasure.
For a hot second, it feels like I’m about to come, but I reel it in with a deep, steadying breath.
When I start fucking him, it’s with slow, deep thrusts, a hand on his lower back keeping him arched for me. He moans constantly, but at least he’s aware enough to grab a pillow to bite.
I pull out, and before his hole has time to close, I hook my thumbs on his rim and hold him open before I guide my cock back inside. I do this a few times, watching as his hole flutters and tries to close.
“Mm, look at that hole. All open and gaping for me.”
Lane whines in reply.
I drag my cock out all the way, watching his hole pulse before I plunge back inside. “How’s that feel, puppy?” I ask, on the verge of an orgasm that I barely manage to stave off.
“Mmm,” he moans. “So good.”
“Yeah?” I withdraw, and when I guide myself back into him, his hole sucks me in like it wants me there. “You like getting your hole fucked, puppy? All stretched nice and wide like this?”
I pull out and part his rim with my thumbs, holding him open while he moans brokenly. He’s all pink and shiny on the inside. So fucking perfect.
“Good puppy,” I croon as I guide my cock back inside. “Such a good little puppy.”
Lane gives a pleased moan everytime I praise him, so I keep doing it, suspecting he loves it as much as I do.
I touch his neck, his hair, scratch him behind the ear, all while I keep rocking my hips into him, easing my cock into his perfect, tight hole.
Fuck, I’m so close. I want to keep going, but I don’t know how long I’ll last.
When I pull out for a breather, Lane reaches back and grabs his cheeks, parting them wide.
“That’s it, spread your hole. Fuck.” The sight makes my groin tighten to a dangerous level, so I pat his ass cheek. “Lie down. On your back.”
He does as I tell him, and without me having to ask, he parts his legs and lifts his knees to accommodate me. I sink back into him, grunting as his hole clutches me tight.
He gazes up at me with rosy cheeks and those big brown eyes half-lidded in bliss. “Mm… Mason…”
My name on his lips gives me pause. I should say something, but I can’t.
“Feels so good,” he whispers, and he wraps his arms around my neck and pulls my face down to his.
“Yeah?”
I should pull back, but I don’t.
Not even when he surges up, and his lips connect with mine.
I stiffen. My hips stutter, losing their rhythm, but it has more to do with surprise than anything else.
When Lane slips his hungry tongue into my mouth, I moan, and my moan turns into a growl as I start fucking him again.
Deeper, harder, with no regard for sounds or sanity, no thought of my own no-kissing rule, no thoughts of patience, of stopping myself from the danger of wanting him too much.
Just pure fucking desire as I pound him and fuck him with both my tongue and my cock.
His mouth tastes as sweet as I’ve imagined it would, and he gives a muffled moan, hands clutched around my neck. I didn’t even know he was that close before he jerks and explodes between us.
I follow suit, still kissing him, unable to get enough of his sweet mouth as I pound him hard, harder—desperate stabs of my cock that he starts to whimper from.
My eyes roll back as I come, filling the condom with my release.
It goes on forever, and Lane whines through all of it, legs wrapped around my hips and hands clasped around my neck, his tongue entangled with mine.
I come down slowly, and when I do, confusion takes hold of me.
Oh, fuck… What just happened? Did I just kiss him? Am I still kissing him?
I am. And I don’t want to stop.
I lie beside him, lips exploring his and a hand resting on his cheek. He swings his leg over my hips, eyes closed, and I wrap an arm around him fully, pulling him into my chest. We stay like that for a while, kissing softly, until my exhaustion catches up to me, and I roll onto my back.
“Mason?” Lane whispers.
“Yes?”
“I really liked that.”
I give a deep sigh and clutch him closer. “I know, puppy. Me too.”
Fuck, it feels so good just to hold him like this.
We’ve never really cuddled after sex; I’ve never really cuddled after sex.
I usually don’t see the point in it. But with Lane, everything we do feels right.
I want to keep allowing myself these stolen moments with him, and I’ll savor them for as long as I can, even if they can’t last.
“Hey.” I nudge his shoulder, but he doesn’t stir. “Lane.”
He pulls back and looks at me with one eye open. Fuck, he’s just the sweetest. “Can I sleep here?”
I sigh. “You know you can’t, puppy.” I wish you could.
“Can I get another mark?” He brushes a hand over his neck, eyes suddenly bright and hungry.
“Of course you can. Where do you want it?” I slide a hand between his legs, pinching the white flesh of his inner thighs. “Maybe here?” I trail my hand up his torso and settle on a nipple, pinching it softly. “Or here?”
Lane arches his back. “Yes, please.”
I smirk as I close my lips around the pink nub, moaning when it stiffens in my mouth. Lane gasps and buries a hand in my hair, and I suck harder, making the skin around his nipple swell into a wet, pillowy mound.
“This is going to sting a bit,” I rasp. “You want that, though, don’t you? You like it when it aches.”
“Yes,” he whispers. “I want it. Please bruise me.”
I use my teeth on him, biting down hard around his nipple with the intent to leave a mark. Lane whimpers, his whole body going taut as he breathes through the pain.
I move to his other nipple and give it the same treatment, first sucking on it until it’s swollen and tender, then biting the skin around it, leaving distinct marks from my teeth.
When I pull back to look at him, he’s panting, rib cage pulsing in and out, and his cock is weeping between his legs.
I rub my thumbs around his sore nipples, studying my bite marks with almost gleeful satisfaction.
“Please,” he moans. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah? You want to come?” I reach down for his cock. It’s so fucking wet, and it twitches in my grip as I wrap my fist around it.
“Bite… please bite me again.” He tilts his head back, and I smirk maniacally as I latch onto his nipple once more. It’s so swollen and slick from my attention, as is his cock.
When I bite down again and suck his skin into my mouth while pumping his dick, Lane comes with a shaky gasp, shuddering in my grip and moaning sweetly with the comedown. I travel up his body to kiss his mouth instead, and he whimpers as his tongue meets mine.
Fuck. Part of me could keep going all night, but he’s already been gone so long. I worry Oliver will stir awake and wonder why Lane’s bed is empty. We can’t risk it.
I help him get dressed, and before I let him go, I make sure to kiss him again, long and deep. And fuck, watching him walk through my door knowing I won’t get to taste his mouth for another twenty-four hours is a whole new kind of pain—one I never in my life expected to feel.