Chapter 10
KC
Ren’s mouth was hot on mine, a welcoming pressure that coaxed me closer in all the ways I loved and craved.
His tongue was wild, rolling against mine with desperation that had my dick aching.
He pressed me against the wall in the hallway and pinned my wrists above my head, using his weight to keep me restrained as he tongue-fucked my mouth greedily.
The heady scent of Bourbon vanilla permeated the space between us, and I sucked in a deep breath through my nose to embed his smell permanently inside me.
He was all muscle, the cords in his biceps straining as he used one hand to hold my wrists while shucking off his shirt with the other, maneuvering his grip on me to make it work.
He moved with expertise, and I didn’t have a chance to breathe before he was on me again, sucking my soul out through my mouth.
He kissed me like it was the end of the world, and the hunger between us bloomed and took root. I needed him so intensely my head spun.
My dick wrestled against the constraints of my boxer briefs. I’d decided on the underwear this morning because I’d chosen sweatpants, hoping I’d get fucked later in the day. I’d also douched, so I was glad I wasn’t left disappointed.
Nothing was worse than wasted effort.
He laid a line of kisses across my jaw, nipping my skin ruthlessly, leaving behind small indents I’d happily gaze at in the mirror later.
I tilted my chin up, head knocking against the wall as pleasure stoked a fire in my chest. My lungs expanded behind my ribs, voracity fueling overwhelming lust that had the nerves in my body firing aimlessly.
I could barely hold myself upright, my knees turning to Jell-O and my dick hoarding every ounce of blood in my veins until I forgot how to think.
All I could focus on was Ren and the way he eagerly kissed me.
“Bedroom,” I begged between the press of his lips against mine. “Please. Want you to fuck me.”
The sound that left his chest was close to a growl.
If I wasn’t already hard as a fucking goalpost, that would’ve done the trick to get me there.
I loved it when a man showed his raw masculinity and power, especially against someone tall and strong like me.
There weren’t many guys willing to dominate me, take control the way I wanted, but Ren had accepted that challenge.
His hands slid down my arms, over my sternum and abs, and around my hips until he gripped my ass.
He hauled me up with little effort, and I gasped, curling my legs around his waist. My hard dick was trapped against his abs as he goddamned carried me down the hallway and through a door to the left.
His biceps bulged, and I drank in the way his ink moved with the muscle. My mouth watered.
As soon as we were in his room, he dumped me on the bed. He smirked and popped the button of his jeans but didn’t shove them down like I wanted.
Heat pooled in my stomach, quickly warping into lava searing my insides.
A thick silver chain with a lock on it swung against his collarbone as he moved.
His abs shifted, the muscles tightening, then releasing, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the ink etched into his skin.
He was a canvas, black tattoos strewn across every piece of available skin on his front, and I imagined it would be the same on his back.
Women and snakes. Geometrical shapes and DNA sequences. Vampires and dripping blood under his pecs. He was a panorama of compositions. He was perfect. I wanted to trace every design with my tongue, learn each one until it was imprinted in my mind.
“Fuck.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist to make sure I wasn’t drooling. “You’re so hot.”
“Keep flirting with me.” He leaned forward and stroked the knuckle of his pointer finger over my nipple, a caress so light it was nothing more than a whisper on my skin, yet I trembled as though it was his lips laying kisses instead.
His digit slid up my nipple again and over the curve of my shoulder, then finally down to my bicep, where he squeezed the muscle. His eyes narrowed, desire flooding his gaze.
“I love your muscles,” he murmured, so quiet I almost missed it. “I want to come on every single one of them. Would you let me, sweet KC?”
My tongue felt heavy and I’d completely forgotten how to speak.
Every time he moved, his ink rippled, coming alive and stealing my attention.
He was a masterpiece, crafted with perfection and put on Earth to tease us mere mortals.
The silver on his fingers, in his nose and ears, and around his neck added to his appeal, highlighting each of his sharp, delicious angles.
All I could manage was a fast nod. Please.
He was in control; I was along for the ride.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and underwear, teasingly pushing them down. His dick jumped free, and if I’d thought he couldn’t get any more flawless, I’d never been so wrong. He was long, curved, and every bit as thick as he’d bragged about. Silver glinted on the underside.
My mouth went bone dry and I gaped. “Is that . . . ?” What was I saying? Fuck. I couldn’t remember.
He laughed, deep and low in his chest, and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Once he was free, he wrapped a hand around the base of his dick and dragged it back against his abs, the slit beading with precum that latched on to the skin below his belly button.
I was right about what I’d seen. A row of barbells pierced the underside of his dick, from right below the head all the way to the base.
Holy fuck. I’d never been with a guy who had a dick piercing.
Words, KC. Use your fucking words.
My dick pulsed with a heartbeat of its own, and at this point, I wasn’t sure if my boxer briefs could contain my hard-on. It was ready to rip right through the material of both my underwear and sweatpants.
“Fuck me sideways and call me Kristofer Colt.” The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them, but mostly I was surprised because I didn’t think I had the brainpower to speak.
“Kristofer Colt?” The amusement thickened in his voice. “Is that your real name?”
I waved him off, not interested in getting into the specifics of my life, not when I had a dick that had to be between eight and nine inches, with a Jacob’s ladder piercing, directly in front of me.
As if he could read my thoughts, he pointed the head at me. “Want a taste?”
Fuck yes, I did. More than anything.
I shuffled to the edge of the bed and rested my feet on the floor.
I stayed still, waiting for his permission, and when he stepped forward and tapped the tip of his dick against my lips, I knew what he was asking without him saying a word.
Opening my mouth, I resisted the urge to close my eyes.
I needed to see every reaction I drew out of him.
He slid his dick past the seam of my lips, teasing by thrusting in a little. He pulled back before I could add suction.
I pouted when he snickered. I grasped him, fingernails digging into the grooves of his hip bones, but he slapped my hands away and pulled his dick out.
“No, no, no, my sweet titan of a man. We’re not doing that.” He winked, and my heart stuttered at the confident gesture. “Hands behind your back. You don’t touch unless I tell you to, am I clear?”
I chewed on the corner of my bottom lip and slid my arms behind my lower back like he’d instructed, even though I craved to chart the planes of his stomach and chest. I wanted to map every inch of skin and learn what made him groan and come apart, but I couldn’t do that when I wasn’t allowed to touch.
It wasn’t fair.
“Lie down. Move your arms to your sides. Hands to yourself,” he commanded, and my body reacted instinctively, driving away any arguments lingering on my tongue. I fell back onto the bed, my legs still hanging off the edge.
He shifted and moved onto the mattress, and I studied him, learning every curve of his naked body with my gaze alone.
My dry mouth filled with saliva and I swallowed it down so drops wouldn’t leak from the corners.
His muscles rippled with his movements, and when he threw a leg over my chest and pressed a knee into the bed, his abs contracted.
He was so close that the masculine vanilla scent assaulted my nose. I breathed him in, filling my lungs with him. If I couldn’t get his dick inside my asshole, then I’d find another way to hide part of him in me.
“Open,” Ren ordered, and my lips parted without a second thought.
There was something delicious about submitting to a man this way.
His voice was commanding and dominant, but so was his body.
His gestures were small and subtle, but he radiated authority.
It was difficult to do anything but listen to him.
He slid his cock between my lips again and the barbells dragged against my tongue.
They weren’t cold the way I’d expected, but that made sense because they were buried in his skin, and he was warm blooded like the rest of us mortals.
He wasn’t a god, despite his perfection.
One of the piercings clicked on my teeth, and I opened wider until my jaw began to strain.
His dick was heavy in my mouth, the taste of his precum tantalizing my taste buds.
His fingers carded through my hair before he grabbed a handful and hauled me forward.
His length hit the back of my throat roughly, and I gagged at the unexpected movement.
Pleasure and pain swiveled through me and landed straight in my balls.
“Tap my thigh three times if you want to stop. That’s the only time you’re allowed to touch me,” he growled out.
I whimpered, my throat working around the width of the head of his dick as he pulled back before thrusting again. He rotated his hips and hammered past my lips, a man possessed, causing me to gag violently. Deliciously.