Chapter 14 #2
Tai selects tiny, elegant finger foods for his own plate like a proper gentleman, while I stand guard over the deviled eggs and pigs in a blanket in case there aren’t enough for seconds.
He coaxes me away from the buffet, and we settle at a quiet table near the rear of the room.
It feels good to sit back where no one’s attention is on me.
We chat as we eat, but Tai is wary after my recent behavior.
A flash of lightning glows outside, followed by the heavy thud of rain hitting the roof in a sudden sheet. Tai glances out the window as his hand lands on my thigh beneath the table. It’s nothing inappropriate—just a few inches above my knee—but his intention is unmistakable.
“Our duties are over, you know.”
“Yeah,” I agree, my knees spreading wider. “We got everything we came for, I guess.”
The lights dim as Cho and Andrew take the floor for their first dance, and his fingers tiptoe higher up my thigh. “Did you?”
“Did I what?” My cock flexes behind my slacks as my breathing grows heavier, every ounce of my focus locked on the slow, teasing path.
“Get everything you came for?” He inches higher, brushing the edge of my balls as my erection strains against my zipper. “Or did you want more?”
My knees push farther apart and I shift in my seat, moaning under my breath as his hand traces deliberately over my cock. “I always want more with you, Tai. Whatever you’ll give me, I want.”
Everyone’s eyes are glued to the newlyweds as he leans closer. “I’m going to the bathroom…” The words trail off, and his eyes say everything his mouth doesn’t as they lock onto mine. He says nothing else, simply stands and walks away, leaving me fighting with my common sense.
This is the opposite of distance and self-preservation. It’s jumping into the ocean with concrete on my feet.
This is stupidity, but I’ve never claimed to be a smart man.
As he walks away, he steals one glance over his shoulder.
His hair catches the light as he tosses it, and my feet move without permission.
A playful gleam flashes in his eyes as he slides into the hallway and disappears from sight, but I’m only seconds behind him.
I jog down the hall as a flash of lilac ducks into the bathroom.
The door hasn’t even fully shut when I catch it and push through.
It slams closed behind me, and I twist the lock before whirling on him.
He’s on me in a heartbeat, his mouth slamming into mine so hard that my back thuds against the door. His fingers tangle in my hair and tug me closer, while my hands slide down to his tight little ass and then lower, gripping his thighs and wrapping them around my waist.
A series of quiet moans spill from him as I carry him to the long marble countertop.
When I set him down, the position lines our cocks up perfectly, allowing us to grind together through our clothes.
Our kiss turns more aggressive as he claws at my shoulders, as though we can never be close enough.
Every article of clothing and every strand of hair becomes an obstacle we tug and pull at in our urgency.
When we’re both panting, I yank his ass forward and lean him back, rolling my hips against him as we gasp into each other’s mouths. We rut like animals, biting and scratching, feral and untamed, taking out our frustration and longing in the only way we can without falling completely to pieces.
I tear my lips from his and shove his feet to the floor. “Connor,” he moans as my knees hit the ground. I unfasten his pants and suck his rock-hard cock straight into my mouth.
My tongue explores him the way it did the first time, swiping and flicking, sampling every drop of sweat and every tangy burst of pre-cum.
Lightning flashes outside, followed by thunder so loud it shakes the building.
Rain pours down in heavy sheets, covering his helpless cries as I suck him like he’s my last meal.
I pop off just long enough to lick down his length and draw one of his balls into my mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair as I stare up at him. “Why are you so fucking perfect?”
“I want to feel you come,” I say, before hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper.
Tears spring to my eyes and I gag, but it doesn’t deter me.
Spit drips from my lips as I pull back, drunk with lust. Something feral and wild surges through me as I stare up at him.
“You said you’d put me under you, didn’t you?
Keep your promise to me, sweetheart. Put me underneath you and take me.
I’m on my knees for you, Tai—I’m fucking begging. ”
A low curse leaves him as he grabs my arms and guides me to my feet. His mouth crashes into mine as he fumbles with my pants, loosening them just enough to shove them past my ass.
“Turn around,” he commands in a voice deeper than I’ve ever heard from him.
I nod and spin toward the mirror, catching sight of my own reflection.
I barely recognize the man staring back.
My hair is wild, my cheeks flushed, and my eyes look feral as Tai’s hands roam down my front, cupping my cock over my pants and squeezing firmly.
“Look at how sexy you are, chippoke. How fucking beautiful you are when you want me.”
“I always want you, Tai,” I whimper, thrusting into his hand. A dark chuckle rumbles from his throat as he releases me. Heavy hands land on my shoulders, pushing me forward, and I bend obediently over the counter like a puppet under his control.
Tai hovers over me, his long black hair loose and his eyes hooded with lust as my elbows rest on the cool marble. Despite his smaller stature, his presence is utterly commanding, and I gladly submit to it.
“Arch your back for me, love.” His fingers slip into the waistband of my underwear, sliding them down until I’m fully exposed to him. Any flicker of self-consciousness or embarrassment is extinguished by how desperately I want him. There’s no room for anything else.
His eyes stay locked on mine in the mirror as he gives himself a slow stroke, his cock still shiny with my spit. “Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, my heart hammering behind my ribs.
I want it.
I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“Please?” I beg.
There’s a brief pause before he drags his thumb up my crack.
I jump at the contact as it presses against my rim, and I can’t hold back the moan that tears free.
Rain pours outside the window, turning the daylight into dappled shadows that play across his gorgeous face as he pushes that fingertip against me.
The very tip slips inside, and I bite my lip hard to stifle the noises crawling up my throat.
“You are so tight,” he murmurs, pulsing his thumb gently inside me.
Even that tiny stretch sends a sharp sting shooting up my spine like the lightning outside, but the pain only makes me ache for him more.
“Too tight for that without proper prep, Connor, and I don’t have the lube or the patience for it right now. ”
“I don’t care,” I whine, bucking back against him and gasping when his thumb slips deeper.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Just do it!” I bellow, slamming my fists onto the counter with a loud crash. His eyes fly up to meet mine in the mirror. “Hurt me, Tai. Just fucking do it!”
He’s already ripping me in half.
He’s already hurting me.
I’m already ruined.
“No,” he says firmly, his free hand dragging slowly up my spine. “I won’t hurt you. Not like that.” Tears sting my eyes and threaten to spill as he stands behind me, his voice turning gentle. “I’ll make you feel so good, but don’t ask me to hurt you on purpose.”
My tears finally fall as he pulls his thumb out. “Close your legs,” he orders softly. I obey, squeezing them tightly together as he slides his cock between my thighs. He rocks forward until his hips sit flush against my ass. “Just like that… you’re doing so good for me.”
His slow, deliberate movements have me gasping and arching my spine, his shaft gliding against my balls with every thrust. A keening whimper escapes my lips as his rhythm gradually increases, his hand anchoring me in place on my hip.
It’s not enough.
“More, Tai,” I beg, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “I need more.”
“Greedy thing.” He fists my hair and drags my head back, kissing me with bruising pressure as he rolls his hips and fucks between my thighs.
“Please?” My voice comes out broken and jarred by the force of his body driving against mine. “I need you inside me. Please… just the tip. That’s all. Just a little bit… just enough so I can feel it. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Fuck, Connor!” His eyes roll back as he thrusts faster between my thighs.
“Give it to me, sweetheart. You want to be inside me as much as I want you there. Just a little. Please?”
He snarls and pulls back, replacing his cock with his thumb once more, slipping it inside me and stretching me open. “That’s what you want?” He sounds angry, but his pupils are blown wide and sweat beads on his sun-kissed skin.
“That’s what I want,” I rasp.
He leans in and spits on my hole, spreading it with his thumb before doing it again. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. “Yes,” I moan as he holds himself steady and pushes his hips forward. Pressure builds into burning, and I become a whimpering mess as he works the tip inside.
All at once my rim is on fire. Tai gasps as he slips in.
I shout, my fingers clawing at the countertop until my knuckles turn white.
My voice comes out strained, shouting his name as I try to push back, but he holds me firmly in place.
I clench my jaw as he rocks forward with shallow, jerky thrusts, spit flying from between my teeth with every grunt.
“Fuck, Connor,” he moans, planting both palms on the counter as he leans over me. More of those choppy movements shove him a little deeper, forcing another broken cry from my throat.
Shockwaves race through my body, every nerve ending igniting with each gasping breath. I roll my hips, the sharp edge of the countertop providing just enough friction as I balance on that precarious line between pleasure and pain.
Tai’s helpless whimper is right in my ear as he keeps up those tiny, frantic thrusts. “I’m going to come.” He drops his mouth to my shoulder and sinks his teeth into my flesh. “Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. Is that what you want? For me to breed you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, rutting desperately against the counter as the pressure inside me becomes unbearable. “Please!”
His moan is long and low as he jerks forward, biting down harder on my neck. “That’s it. Take it. Take all of me in that greedy hole.” Another thrust—harder than he means—and I erupt. Warmth floods my underwear as my cock kicks, soaking through the fabric in my release.
My cries grow louder as he continues pumping into me, my body squeezing around him while cum drips down my legs. Thunder crackles outside as he finally slumps against my back, both of us panting heavily.
I find his eyes in the mirror. They’re dark and full of raw emotion, serving as the killing blow to my already fragile heart. They speak of goodbyes and last times, of unspoken, ungranted wishes that I no longer have any defenses left to withstand.
These last threads holding me together finally snap.