Chapter Twenty-Three #5
Hips writhing back against his face, I’m wiggling to get him even deeper. But he holds me still with a firm hand on my lower back.
“Keep still, Leo .” Now I feel him grinning in my ass. “You’re not the leader right now…”
“Mmm fuck , Raphael. Eat me up, baby…”
“We might be ruining the Ninja Turtle legacy,” he croons teasingly, swiping a line from my nuts up to my hole and back.
“Please,” I huff. “I’m sure they sit on each other’s faces.”
He chuckles, and I groan from the vibration of it. “Side note, if there’s TMNT porn out there, I totally wanna watch it.”
“Baby, for someone who doesn’t talk much, you’re awfully chatty while your mouth is otherwise occupied.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” he hums. “Let me fill it with something…”
He sucks my balls into his mouth, and I’m pulsing .
“Jesus bloody Christ…”
Only a few more minutes of him licking and sucking at me desperately, in between kissing my balls and teasing my cock, and there’s no way I can keep myself from squirming.
He growls, directly into my body, “I said keep still. You’re gonna have to learn to follow orders…”
“Or what?” I hiss, purposely defiant, because it’s who I am.
He pulls his mouth away, and I whine. “Or you won’t get what you want.”
“And what do I want , sweet fury?” I grin, stretching my arms out. My hand grazes something under the pillow.
“For me to open you up and unleash this sweet fury on that greedy little hole…” He smacks my ass.
I yelp, then purr, distracted from the sting when I pull an object out from under the pillow. It’s a bottle of lube, and a pretty big one, at that.
“Those sluts,” I grumble, and Byron chuckles, taking the bottle from me. Rolling onto my side, I palm my cock lazily. “Mm, this is perfect. Let’s have wet, gushy sex in The Carver’s bed. Please , Raph…”
Byron is quiet, still staring at the bottle in his hand.
A devious smirk crosses his lips as he opens it, pouring lube onto his fingers.
He strokes it onto the many inches of his cock, and I’m momentarily hypnotized by the motion of his fist—up and down, pulling skin away to reveal that plump, juicy crown.
Fuck, I want that inside me. I want it as deep as my body can handle…
“Get up,” Byron commands. “On your knees.”
“Yes, sir , baby Daddy,” I purr, doing as he says, quaking when he slides wet fingers between my cheeks.
Easing up behind me, he grabs my hips, sealing his chest to my back. “You really wanna defile the bed Felix Darcey shares with Dr. Love …?” He kisses the nape of my neck, and I shiver.
“So bad…”
“Cool.”
Gripping my hip with one hand, he uses the other to guide the tip of his slippery cock up to my waiting hole. I’m shivering almost violently, so hungry for his dick, I fear my ass will suck it in like a vacuum.
“God, baby, I want you…” I whine while he swirls the wet head all over my hole, still dropping featherlight kisses on my neck.
“Yea, you do…” He’s pushing against the resistance of my body, and I relax for him right away. “That’s it, danger boy. You don’t have to play hard to get… I know your ass wants every inch of this thick cock.”
I tremor as he begins to slide in, so bloody slow , it’s driving me mad. “ Ummfff —I’d be offended, but my dick is leaking like a faucet, so whatever.”
He growls a sexy chuckle, following it with a heavy thrust, barreling in until I’m shaking . We both groan, probably too loud.
“ Fffuuuck .” Byron drops his forehead onto my shoulder. “That’s a tight pussy, baby… Goddamn .”
“ Uhh h… B-Byron,” I whimper. “Fill me. Deeper .”
“Whatever you want, gorgeous…” he croaks, feeding me inches while I’m falling apart at the seams. “You can have anything , Trev, as long as I get to fuck this sweet ass.”
My heart is opening like a bloom, while everything beneath my waist is searing. His dick is much thicker than I remember for some reason. Or I don’t remember it stretching me so wide last time because I was asleep.
Regardless, I love it. I can’t even pretend I don’t. My dick is standing up straight, harder than I’ve ever seen it before. Veins bulging, head all swollen and shiny as beads of precum leak out.
My chest is heaving through labored breaths while Byron stuffs his big cock into my body until he’s up to the hilt. When his pelvis taps my cheeks, my head lolls back onto his shoulder, and he kisses a line up my throat.
“You feel so good.” He caresses my ass and my hips, fingers trailing up and down my sensitive flesh, as if he can’t get enough touch. “ Sweetest damn body I’ve ever fucked…”
“O h … baby. Byron …”
“You’re so warm, Trev… I’m never taking my dick out of you. Ever.”
I’m dazed, too busy adjusting to his size to notice that he’s not actually moving. He hasn’t moved at all since he made it all the way in. For at least a full minute, we’re just kneeling on the bed, quivering and breathing heavily, my weight resting against his frame behind me.
Still, it doesn’t take long for my body to recognize what it wants… Friction . The itch of desire has my hips wiggling. Chasing more of the delicious burn.
“Hold still,” he scolds, digging his fingertips into me.
Confusion pulls my trembling lips into a pout. “But I want—”
“Don’t care. We’re gonna stay like this… until you come,” he says, matter-of-factly.
Huh…?
“Right, but I’d come much quicker if you—”
“I know that,” he cuts me off with a grunt, sticking to whatever it is he’s doing. Staying completely still .
His entire body is stiff and unmoving, especially his cock.
He’s so hard, it feels like a carved hunk of marble is inside me.
And yet, I think I can feel his erection swelling even thicker …
I’m not sure if it really is, or if my muscles are just squeezing him to death.
Either way, it feels miraculous, and all I want is for him to bloody move .
Pull out, then drive back in. Stroke, thrust, pump. Anything to get the friction going. The primal instinct to fuck in and out of a tight, waiting hole.
This isn’t fucking. This is penetration with no end in sight.
“Byron,” I gripe. Sweating, muscles straining. “I wanna move …”
“I know,” he pants. “My dick is so fucking hard in you, baby…”
“Then just… Fuck me. Please…”
“Uh-uh.”
“Why not??” The frustration building inside me feels like liquid magma.
He chuckles deviously. “Because it’s more fun to play.” I feel his grin on my sweat-kissed flesh as he nips my shoulder, resting his chin on it. “Look at how big your cock is right now, Trev… Is it aching?”
I nod fast. “Uh, yea .”
“Is that precum dripping out?”
I nod again.
“Mmm… So hot.” His voice is tauntingly wicked. “You’re not in charge anymore, are you, Leo?”
“Clearly… not…”
He huffs, licking my earlobe. “What if I touch you… like this?” His fingertips graze around my waist, brushing through the lines of my abs, down to my pelvis. My cock bobs, and he purrs, “Oh, baby… Look at you…”
Gently, he caresses the length of my cock, barely ghosting over my hardened flesh, all swollen and engorged.
“Look at how swollen it is,” he sighs, running his hand down to palm my nuts.
I mewl. “ Byron… ”
“Is my dick touching your sweet spot, baby violet eyes?” he croons while playing with my balls.
“I… I…”
“Hang on, let’s check.” He shifts his hips, barely an inch, and my eyes roll back in my skull.
“ Unnghhhfuck .” I groan out garbled nonsense as a wave of sizzling euphoria crashes through my loins.
“Yea, that’s it,” he hums in cocky amusement. “I wanna stay on it.”
“W-what the… fffuck ,” I croak. Everything is spinning. Hazy and hot and bunched up. It’s bonkers, but I think I could actually come, just from this. “Could you…?”
“Could I what, gorgeous?” he whispers in my ear.
“Could you come… like this? Just like this…”
“I’m sure I could,” he tells me, scraping his nails up and down my thighs.
Every single touch is starting to feel like a hit.
A shot of the best drug, flooding my system with dopamine.
It’s frustrating, having his cock just resting inside me.
But the more he touches me and whispers in my ear, rubs his firm pecs on my back…
The more I feel like his every other movement is a deep, brutal thrust.
“I wanna watch you come first, though…” Byron croons, playing with my fingers.
“Why?” I slowly slide my own hand up to my cock. Even just curling my fingers around it lights me up.
He reaches for something. “Because I want you to shoot every single drop inside here.”
Handing it to me, I take the object in my right hand. I don’t even realize what it is until I glance down and find myself holding the bottle of lube.
I cast him a puzzled look over my shoulder. “Pardon…? You want me to come… in the lube bottle?”
He smirks and nods. “Mhmm. That way, when your doctor fucks his little boyfriend… he’ll be doing it with your cum.”
An earthquake of thrill runs through me as his devious plan warms my ear.
“ Your cum, Trevel… all over them. Inside of them.”
A shivering groan leaves my lips, lashes fluttering as I rest my body weight on his strength. Melting into how truly depraved he is.
This man… He’s a freak. A deliciously twisted kinky fuckboy…
He’s bloody perfection.
“Byron…” I tremble out his name, peeking at him with bleeding hearts in my eyes. “You’re unwell, baby, and it’s so fucking sexy. I’ve never met someone so…” I gulp, attempting to control myself before I say something mad. “Perfect.”
A lazy grin rests on his lips, which he brushes over mine. “Stroke your dick, baby. Get that sweet revenge.”
My eyes fall to the bottle in my right hand again, as my left begins to pump on my cock, working up a gradual stroke.
“You want… this?” I stammer, kneading my throbbing inches, heart racing in my chest.
“Mmmyess so bad,” he groans quietly. “That’s it… Jerk off for me, baby. Work the cum out of that big dick while I’m stretching you open…”