29. Benjamin
I push off the wall, holding back my smile. Fuck . He’s so damn compelling, especially when he’s being arrogant as fuck. And that damn kiss…I want more. He lights me up, throwing fire on the energy that's surging through me.
Sure, there’s no way in hell I’ll win against him, but he still thinks he’ll break me. I can’t wait for him to learn he’s wrong. I’m not trained nearly as well as I should be—I’ll give him that—but he forgets I’m a physical therapist, and we have plenty of moves. I’m also Lio’s best friend, and he should fucking remember that. Lio may not have had time to teach me everything—it’s why I’m here after all—but I’m not the helpless little mouse he seems to believe I am.
I fall into a fighting stance, deliberately keeping it sloppy and weak. The wicked grin Tennant gives me plays right into my hand. He’s so fucking sure of himself, I can’t wait until I teach him otherwise.
“Are you going to do anything? Or will I die from boredom first?” Tennant calls out, as he bounces on the balls of his feet.
“Patience. Learn it. It’s good for the soul. And you could always come first.” I’m poking at him and I know it. From the way his eyes darken, he knows it too. That’s right, I’m not going down as easily as you thought I would.
“Ah, Topolino, I always come first,” Tennant purrs as he darts toward me. Expecting it, I drop down, rolling to grab at his leg when he neatly jumps over me, but missing because the fucker is too fast. He laughs as I spring back up. “Is that all you've got? I’ve seen better from a kid.”
“Oh, Nocciola, we haven’t even started. Don’t count me out so soon,” I shoot back, unwilling to show him any fear.
Tennant shakes his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m more than happy if you want to eat me. My ass is ready. I must say, you certainly had some much better options when you were researching mice and their eating habits last night. Hazelnut works—though I didn’t know mice eat them. Points for translating it, though. Your porn choice was quite enlightening, as well. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
My jaw drops and I barely register as he strikes out at me, drawing blood again as my lip splits. Growling, I shake it off, coming at him one more. This time, I don’t hold back. There are no more weak punches, at least, in my opinion. From the way he’s laughing, he doesn’t agree.
Dancing backwards, I smile, blood dripping from my mouth. Fucking hell, this is fun. I go to attack again, and he’s waiting like normal. His hands come up to block a punch, and I use the distraction to sweep his legs out from under him. I’ve been only using my upper body for a reason. Like Lio taught me, let the enemy think you’re predictable. This time, I’m the one laughing.
I don’t give him any chance to spring back up, falling right on top of him. Fuck, his muscles do not make as soft of a landing as I thought they would.
I don’t even have a moment to gloat before he rolls us over, pinning me to the ground. I go to shove him off but he catches my hands, slamming them above my head. He kisses me, devouring me as he grinds his hard cock down onto mine. I’m only slightly shocked to feel how hard I am.
I give as good as I get until my mind catches up with my body. Ignacio . We’re not sexually exclusive, but we’ve never talked about exploring outside of the Family. Shouldn’t…
“FUCK!” I roar as I glare at Tennant, pain throbbing at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, from where the asshole bit me.
“Topolino, when you’re with me, you’re with me— only me. I’m not sharing you.” Tennant stops, cocking his head before continuing. “At least, not right now.”
“You think you’re in charge?” I whisper, waiting for him to lean in closer. He does exactly what I expect, dipping his head down to me. Without pausing, I slam my head against his. The pain ricochets through me, but it has the desired effect. He lets go of my hands, pushing up slightly as he wipes his forehead. It’s just enough space…
I bring my knee up hard, slamming it into his balls. It’s fighting dirty, but that’s the only way to fight. I slip out from under him, jumping back to my feet. When he stands up, there’s no more amusement in his expression. For a moment, fear shudders through me. The adrenaline coursing through my veins won’t let me stop and so I move forward, facing him. I may be headed to my death, but fuck if I’ll let it happen easily.
Growling, Tennant comes at me yet again, and this time, I don’t even have a second to process before my legs are kicked out from under me, and I somehow find myself kneeling with my arms locked behind my back. “Topolino, you just made a grave mistake.”
“Fucking. Worth. It,” I grit out as he puts more pressure on my arms, my shoulders protesting against it. I gasp when he lets go suddenly and shoves me down.
I go to get up—again—but he steps firmly on my back. I fight against it, but there’s no getting out of this one. I slap my hand against the floor in frustration.
“Have you figured out that you aren’t strong enough?” Tennant mocks me before asking, “Are you ready to take your punishment?”
“Fine,” I try to snap out, but it sounds reedy as he’s still pushing against my back.
He moves his leg off me and I inhale harshly. Exhaustion is beginning to sink in, but I refuse to allow it. I won’t show him anything other than my ability to not give up. He. Won’t. Break. Me.
“Stay down there—and beg.”
I roll over, staring right into his icy eyes. There’s fire there, despite their cold appearance. I want to play with it. I want it to fucking burn us both to ashes. He’s not hiding who he is, and I fucking love it.
“Punish me. Show me exactly where I belong.” I widen my legs, enjoying the snarl on his face, and because I can’t help myself, I add, “Under you, right?”
He slips off his shirt, throwing it aside, and I stare at him, cataloging every inch of him. Hell, this may be the only time I actually get to see him like this, with us being from different Families, and I want to remember this forever. I want to claim every moment of it.
“Oh, it’ll be under me. Undress.” I go to stand, but he shakes his head. “Stay down.”
I fight against rolling my eyes as I shimmy out of my clothes, while I continue laying on the training mats. Unoriginal. It doesn’t matter though, all I want is his hands on me, and his dick inside me.
By the time I’m fully undressed, he’s naked as well, and already stroking his cock. And damn, it’s fucking beautiful. The girth and length…I want every single inch. I clench my fists, wanting nothing more than to reach out for him, or to at least stroke myself, but I know neither are going to be allowed.
The approval lighting up his eyes says I chose correctly, and I force myself to relax. “What do you want me to do next?”
“Well, since you were so interested in eating me, Topolino…let’s see you choke on my cock. I need it nice and wet before I fuck you.”
My body flushes red, as my dick jerks in anticipation, and when he straddles my head, falling forward onto me, I open my mouth immediately. There’s no finesse and I. Fucking. Love. It.
There’s no consideration for me, and I moan around his dick as he punishes me, forcing me to take him completely. He doesn't stop until I’m about ready to pass out. It’s a damn good thing I don’t have a gag reflex, or I’d be choking on bile.
He’s like a panther, the perfect predator. He’s just the right side of crazy that he's able to draw me out, but still makes me feel safe to be myself. Hell, I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, until he started using me like I’m his property.
When he scrambles up, standing and towering over me again, I’m breathing hard, and my throat fucking hurts from the position he used. Each thrust harshly scraped the surface of my throat, but who the hell needs to breathe without pain?
He stares down at me, quirking his eyebrow. I gulp harshly and eye his spit-covered cock. This is going to hurt, I already know it. But I want it. I want him to hold me down, to fuck me into the floor, and show me where he thinks I belong. Because he can have this—for now.
“Are you going to do anything?” I taunt him, my voice scratchy but clear, smirking as I add, “Nocciola.”
“Topolino, I had no idea how much you enjoyed nicknames. Don’t worry, Baby Mouse. I’ll make sure you get more to eat later.”
I probably shouldn’t antagonize him as he kneels down between my legs, pushing them up roughly. I grab my knees, pulling them up and stretching out, to show my hole off completely. If he wants access, I’ll give it to him. We can fight later.
He edges forward, guiding his cock into my completely unprepared hole. I clench my teeth as I stare into his eyes, trying to keep my body from tensing as he pushes into me. It’s painful as fuck, and I wouldn’t be surprised if something tears, because he isn’t taking it easy.
Holy fuck.
A sheen of sweat covers me as I start to tremble, but once he bottoms out, he dips his head and kisses me. It’s so incredibly soft compared to everything else. There’s a whiplash to my emotions. Before I can process it, he’s fucking me in long, unforgiving strokes.
My cock wilted from the pain, but when he starts pegging my prostate, it doesn’t take too long for it to get interested again. One powerful thrust and I arch my back, moaning. The painful pleasure edges me closer. I go to grab my dick, but Tennant stops me.
“Topolino, I always come first. When I’m ready for you to come, I’ll let you know.” He lets go of my hand and circles my neck instead, squeezing just enough to make me aware he has complete control of my breath—of my life. “You like that, don’t you?”
I don’t answer—I can’t. But everything in me is ablaze, and I give in and grab for him, dragging my nails down his body. He hisses as I draw blood, and he squeezes my neck a little more, but he also fucks me harder, so I do it again and again. Until he’s almost cut off my oxygen completely.
Our bodies slide together, as both of us are sweating now, and the blood mixes in, making me wish I could see it. I want to see him as he owns my body. I want to watch as I own his as well, because he may be the one in control of my breath, but I’m the one urging him further.
It doesn’t take much longer before he’s stuttering as he fucks me, his thrusts no longer smooth or coordinated, and I groan at it, waiting for him to finish, so he'll hopefully let me have my own climax. He throws his head back as he growls with his release, and his hold tightens until he cuts my air off completely. He stares down at me as I try to stop myself from panicking. He shudders and then finally lets me breathe. My eyes are wide and begging as tears stream down my face.
“Oh, Topolino, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you come.” He pulls out of me and I wince from the soreness, as he leans forward, licking the tracks of my tears, adjusting my glasses after he’s finished. He hums in satisfaction before gripping my cock. He begins to jack it off, hard and fast. “Fall apart for me. Show me how much you needed this. How much you need me. Not Ignacio. Me.”
I gasp as I fly apart, almost hating him for mentioning Ignacio in that moment, but I can’t feel anything other than the endorphins that are flooding my system. He strikes again, biting the same spot he did before, only this time, even harder. I manage to come even more as he licks the area, claiming me, and I melt bonelessly into the floor.
“Topolino.”
“Nocciola.”
“You forgot, we’re still training.” I open my mouth, but don’t get a word out before his fist hits me on the side of the head. I try to leverage myself up and away, but he just laughs, pouncing on me. “Haven't you learned to stay down?”
“Fuck. You.” I rasp out, my own punch weaker than ever.
“I think we learned it’s the opposite. But, if I ever want to go that route, I’ll let you know. Now. Stay. The. Fuck. Down.” I don’t see his fist coming, but pain explodes in my head again before everything goes black.