Chapter 15 #2
“You know you need this, Shiloh. You need a real release. Not that shallow shit you’ve been pretending scratches the itch.
” My breath burned hot against his ear, and he whimpered.
The rain dripped off my lashes onto his shoulder.
“Your body’s screaming for it. I’m just the bastard willing to give it to you. ”
“Get the fuck off me! If you go anywhere near my asshole, I swear I will break your finger off inside yours.” His voice broke, and I laughed.
“Dammit!”
He managed to get out of my grip and took off fucking running. Actually ran from me.
“Oh, this should be fucking fun, Sunshine,” I called out into the rain, getting to my feet and trying to see where he went.
My body was like a heat-seeking missile for his.
It didn’t take me long to catch the disturbance in the gravel, and even less for the broken twigs leading toward the back of the house by the pool.
My family was stupid with money, but the one thing I loved about this place was the red marbled pool. It looked like a huge bath of blood.
“Oh, Shhhilllohhhh,” I sang, reaching the open door to the indoor pool. “This is going to happen, Baby. Can’t you just take it like a good boy?”
A bitter laugh rang out, and I smiled, walking toward the sound.
“Would you prefer I fuck you instead?” I offered with another chuckle.
He was hiding somewhere near the pool noodles and personal floatation devices. He wouldn’t be able to leave. We were screened in, with only one door. And that door was behind me.
I pulled off my sopping-wet clothes, item by item, feeling his burning gaze with each article discarded. When I got to my boxers, I turned toward him and peeled them off, too. My cock was as hard as the stone he cracked my damn head on.
“Come now, Sunshine. I know your dick is ready to explode. Why prolong the inevitable?”
I stepped into the pool, standing in the shallow end, calculating my position and recalling all the times I had done this same trick with my sister.
Sure enough, Shiloh felt safe and tore off out of his hiding spot, making a run for the door, but I was faster. I jumped out of the pool, my chest smashing onto the cool tile, and grabbed his legs right out from underneath him.
Smack.
Letting gravity do the work, I pulled Shiloh down into the pool with me as my body fell back into the water.
With my prey in hand, I smiled at him, locking his back against the edge of the pool.
“Now, where were we, Baby?”
He looked like a drowned cat, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his facial expression.
“That fucking hurt, asshole.”
I rustled his hair, tucking the loose blond strands behind his ear. “Next time, don’t try to hide like a bitch, if you don’t want me to punish you like one.”
He growled and continued his incessant wiggling.
It did nothing except create friction on my bare cock that made my eyes roll back.
His cock was already straining against my palm, his hips betraying him too with a tiny arch I didn’t miss.
I smirked against his neck, grinding down against him until he gasped.
“You sure you don’t want this, Baby Boy?” I taunted, dragging my hand to the button of his PJs and ripping them open as he shook his head. “Then explain to me why you’re so hard that you are practically breaking these.”
His eyes squeezed shut, shame painting his beautiful, flushed face. Good, I wanted him wrecked.
“I don’t—know,” he gasped in a strangled groan as I forced the other buttons open, shoving my hand into the wet fabric. I let him moan as I gripped the throbbing heat of him. He hissed when I squeezed tighter, jerking against my palm without even realizing he was. “Fuck…Carrington…”
“Mmm,” I growled. “Say it again.”
My teeth scraped his throat, biting hard enough to leave marks.
“Say my fucking name while I feel your pulse in my hand.”
I pumped him once, twice…again. I was deliberate and slow, dragging him to the edge of his own lie over and over.
“Stop it. Stop fucking touching me, you fucking prick. Mmm…stop,” he whimpered, his body grinding against my hand, his mouth a perfect ‘O,’ those sweet little pants making me throb against him.
I waited for him to get to the point of coming, watched the pleasure contort his face, and then I pulled my hand away.
“Wh—” he choked on the absence, eyes flying open. “What the fuck? You are so fucking cruel, Care Bear.”
I caught his curses with my mouth, grinding my bare cock into his stomach, pulling more gasps and moans from the kiss. When he was close again, I ripped free of his mouth, and he practically screamed at me.
“What is fucking wrong with you?”
Not waiting for more cursing, I spun him, shoving his chest flush against the tiled wall, my body pressing into his back, and my cock grazing against his ass. He froze when I ripped his thin pajama pants, his neck turning slightly to watch them float away.
My hand fisted his soaked shirt, keeping him pinned as I ripped that off him too.
I didn’t give him time to freak out about being naked.
He hadn’t worn underwear, and god fucking damn, his body was so fucking perfect—naked and raw, nothing to hide behind. I was kicking myself for not having looked at him in the showers.
He took my breath away, and the tease from his cock being hidden from me now was agonizing. I was supposed to edge him, make him crave my fingers, but I was making myself fucking crazy wishing to see his cock uncovered.
“Fuuuck. Shiloh. You are so beautiful.”
My words made him still, his blond hair floating on the top of the water.
We weren’t in the shallow end anymore. Somehow, through the wrestling, we were nearing the deeper edge.
His body was covered up to his neck in the blood-red water.
I wasn’t much taller than him, and I was all but submerged, too.
Let this storm consume us together.
“Are you ready, Sunshine?” I said, with one hand wrapped around his torso, and the other slipped around his waist. He sucked in a breath as my hand moved lower between his legs, down under his balls, until I made my way to his ass.
“Fuck,” he barked, his struggling making the water rise over our mouths for a moment while the waves rolled through us.
“Do you want to drown together?” I hissed, pressing on his tight hole. He stopped moving, and I felt him tighten on my finger. “Good boy. Now open to me. Let me in, Shiloh Anderson.”
He stayed frozen and tight, his breathing picking up in a panicked mania. “Don’t. Carrington, don’t. Please. I-I am begging you.”
I shoved two fingers hard against the seam, grinding against his hole until he jolted.
“Don’t what? Don’t touch you where you’re desperate to be filled?
” My voice was a dark rasp, vibrating like the thunder that was still so present outside.
“You think I don’t know what your body’s been starving for?
I can feel it in every twitch of you. Just like you can feel how much I fucking need you too.
Don’t stop this. Let me in. I don’t know what I’m fucking doing.
All I know is I need to make you feel good. ”
He shook his head violently, denials spilled from his tongue, but his thighs spread open a little more, almost involuntarily, as his hips pushed back against me. I felt myself actually smile as my fingers pushed slowly against his bare, wet skin.
The first slide inside was rough, unpracticed, and shaky. His body clenched around me, tight and hot, while a strangled cry tore from his throat. For some reason, hearing the pain that laced his voice made me take a deep breath and kiss his neck softly.
“You are beautiful when you break, Baby Boy. But I want to see what it feels like when you give in for once. Breathe in and out. That’s it.”
“Fuck…you can’t—”
“Don’t fight it, Baby. You can do this.” I shoved deeper, staying slow, and curling inside him until his knees buckled.
My other hand gripped his hip, locking him still while I fucked him open with my fingers, little by little. The water sloshed around us, like the waves we were riding.
“You can tell me you don’t want this, Shiloh. But I am inside you, I know you want this. Stop your lies. Let yourself fall over the edge. Fall for me.” My words were a hiss in his ear, my pierced lips brushing his soaked hair. “You want this. You need this. And so do I. Give in, Baby.”
His face pressed into the tile edge, his hands clawing at the deck like he wanted to break through it. But the sounds coming out of him told the real story.
“Oh, Fuck. Carrington. I hate this. I hate the way you make me feel.” His voice was raw, filled with broken moans he couldn’t strangle down, even when he tried to put his face in the water.
Every thrust of my fingers had him whimpering, every curl of my knuckles shattered another denial free from his lips.
“Stop…st-stop,” his voice cracked. “Please don’t make me come. I can’t. What does that make me if I do? Not like this.”
His hips were rocking back and forth into my other hand.
“It makes you fucking happy, Shiloh.”
I shoved a third finger in, stretching him further, claiming him even more, until he screamed. It was a strangled, helpless sound that turned my cock to steel.
“Oh fuck! Please… Please…please.”
Is he begging me to stop? Or accepting that he needs me to continue.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Baby, keep it up,” I demanded. My teeth caught his ear, biting down. “Take every fucking inch of my fingers, Shiloh. You were built to be split open for me. I need to know you can handle my fingers so you’re ready for my cock.”
He sobbed, shaking his head. “Care Bear—fuck—I won’t make it. I can’t. I’m going to.”
His body did take it. His body fucking begged for more.
I fucked him mercilessly with my hand, grinding deeper until I found that spot that made him choke on his own breath. His whole body jolted forward and back, rolling against me, and rubbing my cock so damn hard I was trembling.
“I’m not going to be alone in this,” he growled, reaching around and gripping my dick in an awkward hold that had me hissing.
“You are going to feel this, too. If you want me to fucking break, then break for me. Give me this, you stubborn, fucking asshole. Break. For. Me.”
I smirked against his neck, but his hands moved under my balls, and his fingers headed toward my foreign skin.
Can I really surrender something like that for someone? Even Shiloh?
I kept my pace with my hand, unwilling to break away from the pleasure ravaging through his body. If that meant he was going to do this to me…
So be it.
I clenched around his fingers, unable to stop myself.
“Holy fuck. That’s the part of you no one’s ever touched, isn’t it? Well, guess what, you dick. It’s mine now.”
Something about hearing this man claim a part of me made me soften for him. My dick was anything but soft. I was harder than I had ever been, and I couldn’t help the whimpers escaping my own fucking mouth as his fingers explored deeper.
Each thrust hit it again, until he was unraveling, and so was I. I couldn’t handle this weakness, I felt. My hips bucked, my dick rubbing against his back while my nuts and ass were under his control. We were stuck in a brutal rhythm we couldn’t escape.
“Let go,” he gasped. “I can’t. Not without you…”
Without me.
He needed me to come, to know this wasn’t just him losing himself to me. That I was just as enraptured in this fucking spell, too.
“Fuck. I will, Sunshine. You have me on the edge. You’re going to come all over the wall while my fingers are buried inside your ass.”
He groaned, and I could feel him trying to pull away.
“But…” I said, yanking him back to me by his dick, letting him turn his body slightly to face me.
I felt…vulnerable, but I couldn’t stop the words.
“But…so will I. I can’t resist you. I need to know why you can make me feel. So fucking come. And then you’ll know you aren’t alone.”
I linked my hands in his hair and kissed his neck. My hand found his tight little asshole again. He didn’t stop touching me. He got deeper and made me lose my goddamn mind. I was…losing control.
For him.
For my Sunshine.
“Oh my fucking god, Carrington. Holy fuck. Why? Why is it only you?”
He screamed when it hit him, release tearing through him hard enough to shake his knees, and I couldn’t hold on anymore.
His come floated thick down into the water, his whole body writhing under mine as I held him down and fucked him through it.
His walls squeezed my fingers so tight that it bordered on painful, and that made me come harder.
There was something oddly beautiful about our come mingling together inside the water, twisting and turning to mix as one.
I sagged forward into his chest, unable to fucking breathe, holding onto Shiloh, riding him until every last drop was wrung out of him.
When I finally pulled my hand free, he slumped against me, soaked in a whole new way, and just as broken. His breath came in sharp, shattered gulps.
“You…you let me in,” he said, his voice almost boyish while he tried to hide his grin.
I gripped his face, forcing him to look at me. His lips were swollen, his eyes glassy with shame, pleasure, and an overwhelming amount of pride.
I smirked. “And you’ll beg for it again. Isn’t that right, Good Boy?”
He didn’t speak, his eyes turning into something I didn’t recognize. He looked almost shy. “Why’d you finally let me in? You hate giving up control.”
Because it’s you, Shiloh.
Out loud, I said. “You looked so cute when you begged for it. Asking so politely.”
He shook his head, wiping his face to shield the emotion there.
“And…” I said, pulling his hands off his mouth to look at his sparkling blue eyes. “If anyone was going to make me break, Shiloh…I knew it would be you.”