Chapter 16 #2
I climb on top of him on all fours, knees sinking into my old mattress around his legs.
But my balance is rock solid, my awkward body now truly reliable.
I seize both his wrists in one hand and pin them over his head into a fluffed pillow, bringing us face-to-face.
Tufts of thick hair from the back and sides of his wrists feather between my fingers.
A light coating of his sweat moistens my palm.
With gritted teeth, he fiercely pushes back against my restraining hand with what must be superhuman strength, breath hissing against my chin.
But he can’t budge, no matter how much effort he puts into it. I’m stronger than he is.
That feels right.
I meet his eyes, and he lolls this big stupid grin at me. The fight was just a game for him, even if he was playing for keeps. He tugs against me again twice, but more impish this time, his eyes bright. He wanted to be dominated by a monster. I want him completely under my control. Win-win.
And there was that one thing he asked for.
I use my strength to rise off my knees and up onto my toes into a plank position—hovering over his sculpted body, pressing even harder against his wrists—and bring my lips to just a fraction of an inch above his.
They tremble under me—reaching, extending as he cranes up his head, straining to bring us together.
But his upper body is completely restrained, so it’s easy to maintain this sliver of distance.
I tease him a bunch of times, enjoying how his breath quivers as I move in and pull away.
That trickle of energy continues to ride along the bridge into me, but I also sip in the warm air from his lungs.
It tickles the back of my throat, stoking my hunger.
Just one more way he becomes mine. Becomes part of me.
All of this is dangerous. I haven’t forgotten that. But I’m the one with the power here. I’m not going to hurt him. I’m going to make him feel good.
I roam my lips just above his flushed skin and exhale my own hot breath teasingly over his plush mouth, his strong jawline, his thick earlobe, moving close enough to feel his heat on my lips, but never touching, always teasing.
Within moments, this powerful Monster Hunter is reduced to squirming and whimpering under me.
His shuddering feels so alive in my grip, this strong man made so sweetly vulnerable.
Wrists shaking, eyes pleading, his expression becomes downright desperate.
And I can no longer resist.
I plunge my mouth against his to suck him in, and he cries out a muffled groan of pleasure, drawing me in with equal heat.
He struggles even more fiercely against my grip, like he wants to bring his arms around me, but I don’t let them budge.
Our lips collide hungrily, and a remnant of stubble under his nose scrapes me, despite his recent shave.
It burns a bit, but there’s no real pain this time.
Or maybe I just like the pain. His rough mouth, his massive wrists, they feel just so goddamn masculine.
My heart roars at having this towering, beefy guy under me, completely at my mercy.
It’s exactly where he wanted to be. Now I want it just as much.
I’ve been suspending my body fully in the air above him, my charged-up abs easily holding me in place.
Finally, I dip down and drive my groin into his.
He’s so much taller that I have to extend the angle of my arm and lower my mouth to his neck to be able to press our dicks together.
But unlike with Collin, it’s easy this time.
My hard shaft finds his like a magnet, and he gasps out a high moan of pleasure when I grind myself into him.
The squeeze between us is hot and tight, and a delightful pulse twinges up my cock.
He’s slipped fully out of the towel now, and it’s fascinating how much longer his dick is against mine.
It’s inches bigger, giving me lots of firm spots to press into.
And his taut skin, still in my grip, feels thicker than Collin’s.
Rougher, somehow. Yet another reminder of how manly he is.
Another reminder I don’t need to hold back.
I bring my teeth down hard on his neck and taste salt as I scrape his skin.
He moans as I use my enhanced strength to sink my hips deep into him, the bed creaking dangerously under his butt.
Feeling invulnerable, I plow my thinly covered dick against his, again and again, because I like it rough too.
I focus on his plump mushroom cap. Like me, he’s circumcised, and like the rest of him, even the head of his cock is big.
Its firm edge slots in beautifully under my own cap, even through the fabric of my boxers, and I use it like a toy to spark more thrums of pleasure into me.
His breath moves from elevated to full-on panting.
My own pulse pounds in my ears. I could easily make us both come just like this.
That would be fastest, and we are on the clock here.
But I just know that the more he likes this, the more power I’ll get. And that is the whole point, right?
I let go of his wrists and rise off him to stand next to the bed.
The motion is so smooth, and I’m so nimble, it feels like flying.
Rafa whimpers the moment I separate from him, but he doesn’t budge an inch.
Frozen with raw wanting, he just stares from the bed at the wet erection tenting my boxers.
His own dick, curved and tall, bobs in time with his heartbeat, the waist-wrapping towel fully splayed open under his hips. Like a gift torn open just for me.
Coolness from the room’s air brushes over all the spots his skin had warmed.
My palms, my chest, my legs, even my cock all chill from his absence.
But it’s the bridge of desire between us that aches the most. It pulls me towards him with feverish gravity.
I have to grit my teeth and curl my toes against the rough carpet in order to keep away, even for these few seconds.
I rip my T-shirt over my head, too ferocious to be self-conscious, and I’m rewarded with that open-mouthed grin of his.
I tear down my boxers—the cotton scraping over my stocky calves, the cloth splitting at the seam with a satisfying noise—and let my thick cock pop up to a high angle when I stand back up.
The tip glistens. Rafa stares at it and licks his lips.
I could come in his mouth. He said he wanted that. But I’ve heard that it can be difficult to orgasm when you’re being sucked off, and I’m not taking any chances.
Not when there is an even better way to claim him completely.
I wrench open the drawer of my tiny nightstand hard enough for the contents to crash forward against the wood inside and grab my silicone-based jerking-off lube.
I turn back to Rafa to hold up the clear bottle with viscous liquid so he can see it glisten in the yellow light of my small table lamp.
He quickly and shallowly nods, eager, but the rest of him doesn’t move, his shoulders arched up tightly.
He’s still completely in my power, and it’s making him like everything I do.
I’m not going to lie, that is totally hot. Probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. To be so irresistibly desired.
But being separate from him, feeling the cool air—it clears my head just enough.
This desire isn’t real. Even if he is enjoying this, he’s not himself. Both his mind and heart are held under a very tight leash. My leash.
And he’s not the only one being affected.
This isn’t like becoming the fire monster, where I was completely subsumed—I still feel like me, Alvin—but doing this during sexy times isn’t like getting us out of the Benevolent Society, either.
I’m not thinking like I usually do. Not by a long shot.
I’m being seduced by this power as much as he is.
All the extra confidence and focus is like being on the best roller coaster ever.
And it is freaking amazing to not be anxious for once in my life.
To not feel any fear. But I had a good reason to be afraid before.
What we’re doing is dangerous. I don’t need to be taken for a ride right now—what I need is self-control.
The reason I agreed to use this power was so I’d feel safe. But I’ve already proved to myself I’m stronger than him.
I let the vibrating bridge between me and Rafa dissolve.
My monster straight-up snarls at me—frankly, it was already seriously pissed that I even took a breath here—but I made Rafa a promise that I’d do everything I could to protect him, and I’m keeping it.
Rafa’s straining body goes from taut as a bow string to post-run-on-the-couch softness in an instant. He sucks oxygen in large gulps, eyes blinking at me like he’s just stepped out of a dark cave into the sun.
The change hits me just as hard. My muscles still feel like they have some extra pep, but familiar anxiety swiftly burrows its way back into my chest. Yeah, all this felt great to me, and Rafa said he wanted to do this, but I was still forcing him, and two seconds ago that didn’t seem to matter to me.
I gave into my monster, and I wasn’t being careful.
I could have hurt him in a million different ways and not even noticed!
I’m still turned on. It’s hard not to be, looking at such a beautiful guy, spread out and naked. But the distance between what I was just seconds ago and who I am now—it’s like gazing down at an ant from a thousand feet up.
“Are you okay?” I ask, voice low and tentative. This time I really care what the answer is.
Rafa’s still breathing heavy, but his expression shrouds, and I can’t read him. “Why’d you stop?”
I don’t want to reveal how lost I was in my power, so I say the next true thing.