Chapter 32 #2
He doesn’t move for a moment as he just stares up at me, and I see the defiance in his gaze flare to life, daring me to earn it.
And while I want that fight… something else is taking over.
The need to take what’s mine.
I pull his hair tighter. The sting on my chest where he bit me flares again, but it only urges me on. The ache sharpens the need growing inside me, fuelling it like breath over hot coals.
But Alder just smirks, then swats my hand away and turns without a word.
I press a hand between his shoulder blades and push him down as I move between his legs, nudging them open with my knee. He looks over his shoulder as he drops down to his elbows, and his eyes immediately fall to my cock as I rub my fingers over the tip to gather my precum.
His lips part to say something, but I press my slicked fingers to his hole, and a groan breaks free instead.
“Jesus, baby,” he moans. “Fuck yeah.”
Another deep moan leaves him as I continue to rub my fingers over him… but it’s not enough.
I need to own him.
I shift lower to lie on my stomach and grab his ass with both hands, spreading him wide to look at his hole glistening with my precum.
Alder stays silent as his heavy breaths fill the room, and I lick my bottom lip, letting the anticipation build in both of us. Then I lean in and run my tongue over him, tasting myself and drawing a sound out of Alder that’s downright fucking feral.
I grip his ass hard as I push my tongue inside him, and it’s like the final switch is turned on. Electricity flows through me as I lick and suck his hole, fucking him with my tongue as he moans and groans, and every one of my nerves is alive, bright, and cranked to max volume.
Alder pushes back against me, and I take it, gripping him harder and holding him in place as I work him. I watch the muscles of his back flex with each grind of his hips and grip on the sheets, as streaks of black, white, and colour dance in the morning light streaming in through the windows.
But this still isn’t enough… and I need even more.
I push back onto my knees as I reluctantly let him go, wiping my mouth as I reach for the lube. Alder watches over his shoulder with glassy eyes and a sly smile as he shifts back onto his knees.
“And who said this is how this was going to go?” he asks slowly, his gaze fixed on my cock as I rub lube over the length of it.
“Me,” I say.
Then I grab his hip, line up to his ass, and slam into him.
A grunt rips out of him as the force drives him forward, and he puts his hands out to catch himself on the bed. I don’t give him any time to adjust before I’m thrusting into him again, harder and faster as I chase the pleasure that starts flowing through me again.
My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I run a hand down his back, feeling his tight muscles and warm skin, and letting it all seep into me. I feel like I can’t get enough, even with every inch of him reacting to my touch.
I just want more. I need more.
Of him.
Alder pushes up onto his hands and knees with a moan, pushing back against me like he needs this as much as I do.
“Fuck…” I pant, chasing even more as I pound into him harder.
But then Alder presses back, forcing me to sit back on my knees, and I drop my hands behind me to brace against the bed.
Just as I’m about to push him back and remind him who the fuck is in control here… he grinds down on my cock, seamlessly taking over, and sending a wave of warmth and pleasure up my spine. I hear the lube bottle open, then he reaches between our legs and pushes a finger into my ass.
Jesus Christ.
“Moan for me, baby,” he pants, working his finger in time with his hips. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me how much you like it.”
A loud moan bursts from my chest as the pressure inside me surges towards the edge, desperate to break loose.
But before it can, he’s off me, pulling his finger from my ass as he turns to face me. Then he shoves me back against the bed, grabs my leg, and pushes his cock into my ass without wasting a single second.
“Oh my god,” I groan, tipping my head back as the sensations of Alder fucking Roy fill every part of me.
He leans over me, running his tongue over my chest, licking over the red, angry bite marks.
And when he finds the worst one, he slowly drags his tongue over it, letting the sting feed straight into everything else I’m feeling.
I hiss as it spreads across my skin, burning in a way that feels so fucking good, I don’t want it to end.
He continues to fuck my ass ruthlessly as I grab the back of his head and hold him against my chest, silently begging him to give me what I need.
And he does. He bites me again, hard enough I know it’s going to bleed, and unforgiving in a way that stakes a claim on me.
I grunt with a wince, holding him tighter as he fucks me through it, keeping my arm in a bruising grip against the bed, and my skin between his teeth.
Then, it’s like a dam opens for both of us.
Everything Alder walked in with this morning suddenly bleeds out of him, as I let him take it out on me. Tension, frustration, worry… It’s all replaced with control, purpose, and somewhere to put the mess that’s been pushing in on him.
And in return, he gives me the thing I’ve been chasing since yesterday.
I feel every thrust and every lick of his tongue on my skin. I feel his hair tangled in my fingers and my heart pounding. I feel the pressure swelling inside me, ready to explode and take him over the edge with me.
And with one more bite, the pressure inside me breaks open, and it’s like my entire body exhales. My hands fall from Alder as his force takes over, ripping and pulsing through me as my head tips back, and I just let it take me.
Alder pushes up on his hands to look down and watch me come, and he groans at the sight. He thrusts into me a few more times before his muscles contract and his movement stutters. With another low groan, he comes in my ass, slowing his thrusts as we both ride out the last waves of pleasure.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and my limbs feel weak and useless as Alder pulls out of my ass and collapses on the bed beside me.
I listen to his heavy breaths as I close my eyes and try to hang on to the tingles and warmth lingering inside me, begging them to stay… even for just a few more seconds.
Then Alder shifts beside me, and I feel his lips softly brush over the spots he marked on my chest.
I open my eyes and watch as he drags his fingers gently across my skin, skimming over the angry red indent of his teeth without touching it. Then his hand stills, and his gaze lifts to mine.
He leans in and kisses me in a surprisingly soft move that feels loaded with something I’m not sure I understand.
Or maybe I do.
Because that warmth doesn’t go away…
It grows.