Chapter 23 #2
Val groans as I tear his jeans open, shoving them down his hips. My eyes land on the heavy, rapidly swelling bulge tenting the front of his briefs before I slide my hands into the elastic waistband and yank them down.
A soft, eager, fucking whimper that I don’t have any control over hums through my throat as reach for him, wrapping one hand around his thick, gorgeous cock and pumping it with my fist.
Val has a shocked expression on his face as I look up at him, dragging my nails over his abs and leaning in to let my breath tease over his head.
My tongue slips out, and when I swirl it over his swollen crown, I moan at the sweet taste of his precum that immediately leaks from the slit.
Val tenses, his abs clenching as he grunts in pleasure.
My own dick thickens to steel in my pants as I stroke him, looking up into his eyes as I keep teasing my tongue across the head.
“Shit, wreckage,” he groans deeply. I shiver as his hands drop and his fingers shove through my hair.
“You were saying?” I murmur, kissing the underside of his head.
“I wasn’t saying shit,” he growls. “Now put my fucking cock in your mouth.”
The power that explodes through me—the heady realization of the control I have over him, just with my mouth—is like a drug.
Fuck. Is this what women feel, in the same position? That they're taking complete control of their partner's dominant male energy?
“Your mouth,” Val groans, his body clenching. “Fucking take me in your mouth, wreckage.”
I just tease my tongue around the head.
“Were you trying to fuck her?”
His face crumples as I dance the tip of my tongue over the slit at the head of his dick, tasing more of his sticky precum.
“Who?” he hisses.
“Dasha,” I growl.
“She’s your fiancée, motherfucker,” he chokes.
“I think we’ve established my lack of interest in her.”
My tongue swirls around the ridge of his crown as his jaw goes slack and his hands tighten in my hair.
“Curious,” Val grits through his teeth.
“And what exactly is so curious,” I murmur, nibbling down the side of his cock with my lips.
“She’s a beautiful girl, and you’re not interested at all, are you?”
“I—”
“For a guy who wants to slap any label he can on himself except gay—”
“Don’t make this about me,” I hiss, making him flinch as I rake my teeth gently down the underside of his cock. “You were the one eye-fucking her. But then, I suppose we both know how un-picky you are.”
Val tenses. “What’d you say?”
“I said you’re not exactly picky about who you fuck,” I growl, tonguing his dick.
Suddenly, he’s grabbing me by the collar and yanking me up off the ground. “What—because I’m bi, I automatically want to fuck Dasha?”
“I thought you wanted to fuck everyone,” I growl back. “Forgive me if I somehow read you drooling over Dasha as anything but—”
He suddenly whirls me around and slams me up against the door, looming close. When he wraps a hand around my throat, my cock aches as it leaks precum into my briefs.
“Being bi doesn’t mean I’m a fucking whore, motherfucker,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “It means my attraction to people isn’t dictated by their genitals.”
I flinch, all my bold energy suddenly winking out like a flame in the wind.
“I—sorry,” I mumble. “I didn’t mean—”
My words are smothered when Val brands his mouth to mine, kissing me like it’s a punishment, bruising my lips with his.
I moan when his tongue surges into my mouth, swirling and dancing as his hands grab my belt and yank it open.
I gasp as he shoves my pants down my hips a little, reaching inside and wrapping his hand around my cock.
He squeezes tightly, and I groan as he pulls it free and rubs my head against his erection.
Val leans into me, brushing my jawline with his lips until his mouth hums against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“The thing is, baby,” he murmurs. “I am kind of a whore…”
I tense instantly, raw, snarling fury sparking inside me and coiling in my chest.
I gasp when Val squeezes my cock.
“That make you jealous, wreckage?” he purrs as he starts to stroke it.
I swallow heavily, my legs trembling as he fists my erection.
“No.”
“Liar,” Val chuckles darkly against my neck, his hand stroking me with teasing, soft movements that have my toes curling. I reach for him again, shaking as I wrap my hand around his big cock and start to jerk him off.
“I am not jeal—”
“So you don’t mind thinking about all the fun I've had with girls?” he murmurs into my ear. “Or with boys…?”
I snap. The image of him with women pisses me off enough. Thinking about him with another man—any other fucking man—makes me see goddamn red.
A vicious growl claws its way out of my chest, and Val groans as he fastens his teeth to my neck, sucking on my skin as if to swallow the sound whole.
“Yes,” he groans, pumping my dick faster. “Get mad, wreckage. Get fucking jealous, baby.”
“Fuck you—”
“I fucking like you jealous,” he grunts.
I groan, grinding my hips against his, my cock swelling as he strokes it. My own fist pumps up and down on his dick, spreading the sticky precum over his head with my thumb.
“Why,” I gasp.
“Because then you get a taste of how I feel, knowing you’re engaged to that girl,” he snarls.
“You know I’m not really—”
“You are,” Val hisses into my neck, biting me even harder, making my pulse jump and my dick twitch in his fist.
“You come over here, and I want you all to my fucking self, and then you fuck off back to your Bratva world and your arranged Bratva marriage to Dasha, and it makes me want to split her pretty fucking head open.”
He jerks me off faster and harder, sucking and biting my neck as I squirm.
“So yes, Roman, I want you jealous. Because that’s how I feel every fucking day. And you need to remember something,” he growls savagely into my skin. He suddenly spins us around and shoves me down onto all fours as he yanks my pants and boxers down to mid-thigh.
Oh fuck…
“When I told you that you were mine?”
He crouches behind me, spits on my asshole, then rubs the fat, swollen head of his cock against it.
“I meant, you’re fucking MINE.”
His palm shoves down between my shoulders, pushing my cheek to the floor, my ass in the air. Val grunts as he works his thick head past my ring, and I cry out, moaning and gasping as he sinks the first thick inch into me.
“Now…open that fucking ass for me like a good boy,” he snarls, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck and making me moan when he crams another inch into me, “and let me fuck what’s mine.”
His cock rams into me so hard it knocks the wind from my lungs and rips a cry of pleasure from my throat.
Val grinds deep, burying every inch of his thickness in me to the hilt and stretching me to my very limit.
He eases his cock out, his head dragging deliciously over that spot inside before he rams right back in.
His free hand snakes between my legs, his strong, tattooed fingers teasing over my balls before he wraps them around my dick and squeezes tight.
“Break for me, wreckage.”
The sounds that claw and scrape their way out of my chest and throat are sounds I’ve never made before.
The world blurs, my breath choking out against the floor, my face crumpled in ecstasy as Val fucks me hard.
His balls slap against mine, his thick head dragging back and forth against that spot inside as he strokes my twitching cock with smooth, even strokes.
“Such a fucking greedy little slut for my cock, baby,” he groans, pounding into me as I melt. “Such a good boy, taking that fat dick like you were made for it. Is that it, wreckage? Were you made for my fucking cock?”
I moan gibberish into the floor, my balls pulling up and my dick jumping in his grip.
“I.”
I cry out as he rams into me.
“Can’t.”
Again.
“Fucking.”
His huge dick pounds deep, making my toes curl as I writhe in sweet delicious agony, my face pressed to the floor.
“Hear y—”
“YES!” I scream as I go hurtling over the edge. “I was made for your fucking cock—FUCK!!”
Wordless moans and gurgled cries tumble from my mouth as I start to come. Val groans, fucking into me harder and faster, stroking my cock as I spray my cum across the floor in hot, sticky ropes.
He just keeps fucking me. His dick keeps hitting that spot inside.
And I’m still fucking hard.
“FUCK!” Val roars, grabbing my hip in one hand and pumping my still-erect dick with the other. “I fucking love your cock, baby. I love how fucking big and hard you get for me. I love that I can make you come and then just keep on fucking you until you make another mess for me, wreckage.”
I cry out, that spot inside spasming like he’s fucking me with an electric prod, his gorgeous cock reaming my ass over and over.
“That what you’re gonna do, wreckage?” he hisses, leaning over and biting me sharply on the side of my neck. “You gonna make another fucking cummy mess for me?”
My eyes roll back. Reality itself breaks in two as his cock drives into me.
“Come with me, Roman. Come with me.”
It’s hearing him groan as he buries himself deep in my ass that pushes me over the edge. It’s that powerful feeling I had before, knowing it’s me who’s bringing him to this place, making him twitch and groan, his cock swelling and pulsing as I feel his hot cum shoot into me.
That’s what makes me shatter.
I cry out, choking into the floor and reaching back to grab his hand on my hip. My cock spasms in his grasp, my balls tightening again as my cum explodes from my cock to spray all over my thighs, the floor, my stomach…everywhere.
“Mine,” he groans, leaning over me, kissing and biting and nibbling my neck. “Don’t ever fucking forget it.”
I’m aware of his eyes on me as I pull some clothes back on—his, this time. Given that we never actually undressed earlier, mine are covered in a mix of floor scuff, sweat, and cum. So Val gave me a pair of sweats and a hoodie after showering.
I can feel him watching me, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to set us up for failure by even asking.”
I smile privately, though I turn a little to let him see it.
“I—”
“March to the beat of your own drummer,” he says with a lazy, outrageously sexy smirk. “So I’ve learned.”
My smile widens. And before he can say another word, I walk over, cup his face, and kiss him deeply. Val kisses me back, his groans and mine mingling before we finally pull apart.
He walks me to the door of his apartment and opens it. Then he suddenly sticks an arm out, blocking my path.
“Fuck it.” He sighs, grinning a little as he looks into my eyes. “Would you just fucking stay, dickhead?”
I grin, but shake my head. “I…”
“I know, I know.” He shrugs. “Getting fucked on all fours on my living room floor is fine. But sleeping over would be too gay.”
I frown, shaking my head.
“Honestly?” I give him a look. “It’s her,” I mutter. “Dasha.”
Val frowns, puzzled. “Yeah, you’re going to have to explain that to me.”
“It’s dumb, but…” I exhale. “My dad was a real prick when we were younger.”
“Was?”
I chuckle. “Okay, he still is. But when our mom was still alive, he was… I mean, he cheated on her left and right, fucked anything with a pulse. And she knew it.”
Val frowns. “Do you think of what we’re doing as you cheating on Dasha? Because that’s a fucking stretch—”
“No, it's not that,” I say, shaking my head. “Like I said, Mom knew that he was out there fucking around all the time. But I think the only times it made her sad were the ones when he didn’t come home at night. Like, if he stayed over with whatever girl of the week he was with at the time.”
Val’s brow cocks, and his lips twist into a small grin. “I see…”
I smile wryly. “Welcome to my fucked-up head.”
“Hmm…” he murmurs, pulling me close. “I like it in your fucked-up head.” He kisses me softly, and I cup his face as I kiss him back. “Brutal honesty?” He sighs. “I think your take on this is fucking ridiculous.”
I scowl, and he grins.
“But I respect it.”
I smile weakly. “Thank you.”
“No problem. But sooner or later, little wreckage,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my neck. His teeth sink into me, making me gasp.
“…I will keep you here overnight. Even if I have to tie you to the bed.”