Chapter 18 #2
His lust-drunk eyes met mine—heavy-lidded, slow-blinking, pupils blown wide, encircled by the thinnest ring of his iris.
When I knew I had his attention, I detailed exactly what I had planned for him.
“I’m going to split you in half with my cock, boy.
Then I’ll pound your ass so long and so hard you’ll forget your motherfucking name.
All you’ll be able to say is ‘Yes, sir,’ and ‘More, sir.’ You’ll fucking beg to cum.
But I won’t stop. I’ll keep fucking you until screams are the only thing coming out of your beautiful damn mouth.
And I still won’t stop. Not until I have you drooling and crying with snot running down your gorgeous fucking face.
And then,” I ravaged his mouth before continuing, “Only then will I let you come. I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll milk my cock until my nuts fucking hurt. ”
“Holy shit,” he gasped, his eyes rounding even more.
“But first,” I whispered against his mouth, slipping my tongue between his lips, retreating whenever he tried to engage. “I’m going to suck your cock.”
I dropped to my knees, taking his cotton boxer briefs as I went, leaving them lying on top of the jeans still pooled around his ankles.
The dark color hid the wet spot well, but nothing could disguise the cock leaking like a faucet once it popped free.
The long length of him shone in the kitchen light and the sun streaming through the windows.
Swooping in, I swallowed him whole, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
He jerked. His tip pressed upward, gagging me.
“Holy fuck, shit…that…fuck…that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, his fingers burrowing through the long strands of hair atop my head.
Looking up at him through my lashes—his head thrown back, his chest heaving, a flush of pink painting it, abs rolling and clenching—goddamned beautiful and sexy as fuck.
I had to have him. Rocking back on my heels, I pulled a condom out and tossed my wallet to the side, and held out the foil packet to him. “Hold this,” I told him.
He took the foil packet and danced it over and around his fingers. He looked down at me and asked, “Do we need this?”
I surged to my feet, taking his mouth savagely, punishing him for the asinine question.
“Trey, I want you safe. Always. You understand? Condoms are a requirement. All the fancy new drugs are great, and I’m thankful for them, but being safe is your first line of defense. So, always, always wrap your junk.”
“I just thought…” he trailed off, blushing, which deepened the exertion pink already painting his face told me all I needed to know.
“Baby boy, I would like nothing better than to fuck you raw, but that’s a whole other conversation, one that would put what’s happening between us in full reverse. So, it’s up to you.”
“Screw that shit. If I don’t get fucked today, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
Laughter rumbled in my chest before erupting from my mouth with enough force that it threw my head back.
He had to be the cutest little fucker I’d ever met.
Kissing him again, because I couldn’t kiss him again, I toed off my boots while undoing my pants.
His hands slid under my shirt, lifting it.
I grabbed his hands and pulled them away from my body. “No,” I growled.
He whined in the back of his throat. “But I want to touch you.”
“And you will,” I said, reaching behind my head and yanking my T-shirt over my head. “But not yet. My control is hanging by a thread, baby boy. Last thing I want is to scare the fuck out of you the first time I get you under me.”
“You realize I’m not a virgin, yes?”
The thought of him with others—especially after he tried ditching protection with me—whether they meant something to him or not, heated my blood until it hummed, sending my brain spiraling with thoughts of removing his prior partners from the planet. All because they’d had my boy, and it irked.
Unable to stop the possessive beast within, I gripped his throat, pressed my thumb under his chin, and tilted his chin back. “Never again. You. Are. Mine. Understand? For as long as we’re together, no one, and I mean no one, touches you but me. Got it?”
He gasped and nodded, and the words, “Yes, sir,” escaped with the breath he’d just sucked in.
“Good, now make yourself useful, brat. Turn around and present yourself, so I can get a look at that gorgeous ass.”
Lines appeared between his brows, but he turned, his gaze finding mine over his shoulder. I pressed the fingertips of one hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him down until he lay draped over the edge of the counter. He hissed, “Fuck, that’s cold!”
“I’ll heat it up in a moment,” I murmured. “Fuck that ass.”
“Yes, please,” he said, and I couldn’t help myself. I bent forward and bit first one cheek and then the other. Not hard, but hard enough, he gasped.
“Brats get either punished or funished. That was funished. Now, grab those big, beautiful ass cheeks and show me that hole. I wanna see my prize.”