Chapter 19.
Reuben
Christian crawls backward but I grab his legs to pull him back down. He slides into the seat of the chair with a heated stare and clenched teeth.
“You've gotta be shitting me.” Wesley stares at the both of us like he'd rather be anywhere else. He turns around to start the car, just as the privacy screen comes up between us.
Christian looks between me and the now closed off space where Wesley was, “We—We can't—”
“You should've thought of that before coming in my pants.” I can still feel its stickiness on my skin.
I cut off his next words with a kiss, closing him in with my body and pinning his wrists to his sides. He squirms beneath me, moaning against my tongue as we drink each other in and I pull away to take in his swollen lips, his messy hair and the blush to his cheeks.
My fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and in one motion, I slip it below his ass, exposing his cock to the air.
He squirms onto his elbows, “Just—wait a minute—”
I pull the material towards my face, slipping it past his thighs roughly and he sinks back down helplessly with a huff.
“No talking, baby.” I tug the frustrating fabric off his ankles and before he can get up again, I grab his thighs and pull them towards me to sink my teeth into the flesh of his skin.
A sharp cry escapes him that sends a shiver down my spine.
His dick is already hard again after coming on me so disgracefully, but the more bites and nips and kisses I place along his inner thighs, the more painful it looks and the more pre-cum leaks from his tip.
Every bite too, is accompanied by a sharp, sexy sound from his mouth, until the car is filled with broken pieces of his voice.
The car jerks forward but I’d already guessed Wesley would try to sabotage me, my foot is planted securely on the floor and my grip on Christian is too tight for him to conveniently roll away.
I don't take my eyes away from Christian's when I address the bastard driver, “If someone's not careful, this is going to be a long drive.” I close my teeth around his skin again before pulling away to admire the fresh pink bruises placed there.
The haze has taken over Christian's eyes so completely. I'm sure he and I are both now consumed by the same heat. He looks impatient. His energy is bright and starry with lust for me and his dick twitches while leaking pre-cum.
“You look like a fucking slut.” God, I need to fuck you.
I reach for the pack of lube in the compartment separating the seats in front of us and put it in my mouth while reaching for my cock. Christian hands close around my wrists to stop me, and I scowl.
I'm not going to keep dancing this dance with you.
I drop the packet from my teeth to lean over him, getting in close to nip his lips while simultaneously fishing through the duffel bag on the floor. I know just the thing I need to deal with him. He doesn't even notice it until there's a cold clink around his wrists.
His eyes widen. “Reuben?”
Before his thought can form fully, I’ve slapped the other end of the cuff to the metal end of the headrest in front of us.
The shock on his face is the cutest I’ve ever seen.
I pull my cock from my pants and rip the packet with my teeth to coat it, practically shivering with the anticipation.
“You’re making this very difficult for us, baby,” I say softly. “Lie there for me and shut up.”
“You’re fucking crazy.” He tugs at the cuffs but he and I both know he’s lost all his chances.
I use another packet to coat my fingers and shove one into his ass, and the little scream that leaves his throat is so delicious.
Still, I'm clicking my teeth with new irritation. “You’re too tight.”
“You fucking—”
I cut off his words with another thrust of my finger and his head snaps back, “Ah!”
I lean back against the door and pull his hips up to me so I can wrap my lips over the tip of his cock. The moment I'm taking him to the back of my throat, he lets out this adorable whine. It intensifies the moment I've shoved two of my fingers inside him.
“Fuck!” He bites, “Too—too much—! Wait—!”
I’ve waited too fucking long. Be grateful I’m still trying to loosen you up and not ripping you apart right now.
My fingers have taken up a slow rhythm inside his ass while I suck on his cock. I love the taste and the smell of him, and I'm forcing myself to try to take him deeper, to the back of my throat because the feel of him there makes me feel like my orgasm is near.
I'm practically suffocating myself on his erection when his fingers dig into my hair and his body bucks beneath me with a muffled scream. I’m completely taken by surprise when his cum coats the back of my throat.
Fuck, swallowing it makes me want to come in my pants right now.
My fingers are still buried deep inside him when I finally slide my lips off his cock and look up at him. I think, right here between his legs, where I can watch his face and his energies and swallow his cum, might be my favourite place.
He’s bitten into the sleeve of his free hand to cut off his moans but his glare is weak from his orgasm, the blush on his cheeks is fierce, and there are tears in the corners of his eyes that make me lick and bite his inner thighs again with a smile.
“You crying?”
“Crazy bastard.”
All yours, baby.
I release his legs to line my cock with his hole, before leaning over him. Even with the tears in his eyes, there’s divine retribution in his stare when I place my hand around his mouth.
That is the exact look I wanted you to have on your face when I finally fucked you.
When I thrust the full length of my cock into him his scream reverberates against my palm. His free fist has balled the side of my shirt and his eyes are closed tightly.
Is this your first time being fucked in the ass, baby?
There’s pain in his energy. It’s more than his arousal but I can’t find it in me to feel guilty, because his ass is tightly fisted around my throbbing cock.
I’m unable to look away. I slide out of him to thrust deeply into his body once more and he cries out against my hand again. He’s tense beneath me and he can’t even open his eyes against my invasion of his body.
By the third thrust, his pain has lessened and his arousal is taking over again.
On the fourth, he comes beneath me, this time with a muffled wail. When he opens his eyes, more tears are falling across his cheeks.
“Fuuuck. Baby.” The words rumble from my lips like a thankful prayer.
My rhythm inside him picks up only barely, yet he claws at the hand I’ve placed over his mouth.
Every time I sink into his warmth, his energy pulses and he protests against my hand, trying to pry me off to tell me something with tears in hazy eyes.
He finally manages to wiggle room beneath my fingers to get his voice through, and this time even his eyes are pleading, “Wait—!”
Thrust.
A dry orgasm grips his body so viciously, his head snaps back.
You’re just so fucking pretty.
“Ngh.” His walls grip my cock so tightly that for a moment, I can barely move and when his orgasm subsides I can tell from his eyes that he’s lost his senses. Lost his will to fight. Lost his pride.
In this moment, he’s nothing but my own personal whore.
Pleading for his life while I break him in and use him.
“Fuck, Reuben please—!”
It snaps the last of my restraint. When I slide into him, this time it’s deeper. Wilder. Insistent.
I think I’ve been possessed by something because I can’t stop it—can’t stop the way my body seeks out the warmth of his hole. Can’t stop the wild thrusts into him. Even when another orgasm tears through his body, driving another wail from his lips and more tears across his cheeks.
He’s so sensitive to even the slightest movement inside him, and for a split second, I wonder if it’s his hyperawareness.
A tyrant like me really is a bad matchup for someone like you, estrellito.
He’s so overwhelmed by me he's too weak to hold his head up. I can feel him punching my side weakly as I bury my teeth in his neck. I’m thrusting inside him wildly, my other hand gripping his thigh to spread him wider, and his skin is like a fucking fever against mine when I feel my orgasm nearing.
I want to tell him how pretty he is. How much of my mind he’s taken up. How many fantasies I’ve had of this moment.
But I can’t say a fucking word when my orgasm barrels through me.
I bury my teeth into the base of his neck as I groan. Christian shudders beneath me as his last orgasm tears through him, his hole tightening around my dick at the most perfect moment.
Emptying my tight, pent-up balls inside him is nothing short of Nirvana. My cock twitches as it shoots hot cum deep inside him and I thrust into him sharply twice more before I’m finally spent.
I love that he’s trembling. Love that he can’t even see me amidst his sensations—even when he opens his eyes.
“I… hate you.” He can’t even form a proper glare and I kiss the tears across his cheeks.
I’ve overwhelmed him for sure. But there’s no hate in his energy.
“Does it hurt?” I ask him gently but I already know the answer.
“No…?” His throat sounds parched, “I don’t know?”
“You came so much,” I turn his head to kiss the tears on his other cheek, “so it couldn’t have hurt.”
“Ngh.” His hole tightens with my movement, “You’re still… inside me.”
A small smile touches my lips, “Can’t I stay inside you?”
“No! Take it out!”
Fine, fine. I slide my cock out of him and there’s another low wail from his lips as he seizes up from the movement.
“You’ll get used to it with practice.”
“I don’t want fucking practice.”
I chuckle under my breath and it’s so strange that I don’t feel uncomfortable—that even now, I’m still holding him in my hands after fucking him.
He watches me weakly, and all I can think about is how adorable he is—how vulnerable he is in front of me.
… I really do like you.
“Uncuff me.”
“No.” My response is immediate. “What if you run away?”