Chapter 53
He slams me against the wall as soon as we get home, his mouth attacking mine in a vicious kiss. I grab his wrists and turn him around, backing him into the wall as I assault his neck, biting on the flesh before covering it with my lips, kissing the sting away.
Javier moans, grabbing my hair and tugging on the strands.
I undo the buttons on his pants and just get the zipper down before he shoves my hands away, focusing on stripping me of my suit jacket and ripping the dress shirt apart at the buttons, sending them flying.
We fight for dominance, both wanting to consume the other. We bump into the furniture as we each start reaching for clothing, pulling and throwing while also attempting to get out of our shoes in a timely manner. Mine are easier to kick off, whereas Javier has his laced up combat boots on.
“Sit,” I tell him, shoving him into an accent chair in my living room.
I get to my knees and loosen the laces, peering up at him as he stares down at me with an animalistic hunger in his eyes.
“Hurry up,” he commands when he notices I’ve slowed my pace.
“I’m your boss,” I tell him. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
He reaches down and removes the second boot before grabbing me by the throat, leaning over me.
“I’m not a member of the family, remember?”
“I sign your paycheck now,” I reply, putting my hands on his thighs.
He licks his lips, his thumb tracing my jaw line before he tightens his grip around my neck and yanks me up. A moan escapes my mouth and lights a fire in his eyes.
“I think you want me to be the boss right now.” He leans down and lets his tongue dance across the seam of my lips. “Don’t you?”
My breath leaves my lungs in a rush—a low, desperate whine intertwined with it. “No.” The word isn’t convincing to either one of us, and he knows it.
Javier releases my throat, standing up and looming over me. “No?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
I remove my glasses, putting them on the table next to me before standing up and saying, “No.”
Turning, I head to the hall, making my way to the bedroom. His low chuckle sends chills down my spine.
I don’t hear his steps until I’m in my room, and my pulse spikes as I wait to see what’s coming. Facing the bed, I remove my pants and toss them along the bottom of the mattress.
“Where’s the flogger?” he asks, striding into the room with a mission.
“Want me to whip you?” I question.
He pulls open drawers, searching for what he knows I keep in here.
“We both know it’s you who likes the pain.”
Javier shuts me up with that one, because he’s right. I drop to my knees and reach under my mattress, producing the scourge. When he notices it, he grins, walking over to pluck it from my hand.
“Such a dirty, dirty boy.”
“Mm,” I hum quietly.
“Strip down and get on your knees on the bed. Hold onto the headboard.”
I stare at him for a few seconds, being stubborn.
He cocks an eyebrow, stepping closer to hold me by the chin.
“You know you want to, mi amor.” His hand skates down my body before curving around my hip and squeezing my ass.
With his lips by my ear, he continues, “You know you love how I handle your body.”
A shiver rolls down the middle of my back, and without saying anything, I turn and do what he says.
Naked and on my knees, I grip the wooden headboard, my eyes on the wall in front of me. He moves around the room, probably just to keep me waiting, but I don’t search for him.
After what feels like an hour, the bed dips behind me, and anticipation floods my veins. I wait for a hard smack, wondering where he’ll start.
His rough hands move around my hips, dropping low on my stomach as his lips plant a soft kiss under my right ear. “I love you,” he whispers.
My body relaxes and I angle my head. “I love you.”
Javier eases away, and then the strips of leather land across the back of my left shoulder.
With a hiss, I squeeze the wood in my hands.
He hits me again, this time on the other shoulder. I drop my head forward, a moan leaving my lips.
The next strike lands across my ass, making me jerk before a wave of desire rolls over me.
Javier presses against my back with his chest, his hand finding my erection, giving it a slow and languid stroke.
“You like when I hurt you?”
I lean back against him, a rumble in my throat. “Yes.”
“I do it because it makes you feel good. Because it makes your dick weep for me. But I’d never hurt you without your consent. You know that, don’t you, mi amor?”
I nod. “Yes. I know.”
Javier gently bites down on my earlobe. “What would they think of their boss being a masochistic slut for me?” he teases.
“I don’t care what they think.”
With one hand on my cock, the other climbs up my throat, grabbing me tight. “I believe you. I’m proud of what you did today.”
“Are you gonna praise me or fuck me?”
His grip tightens around my throat. “I see. Because you’re the big boss now, you’re feeling a little testy.”
“Fuck me, Javier. Fuck me or—”
He releases me, moving to my side to stare at me. “Or you’ll what?”
I grin at him, letting my tongue glide over my bottom lip.
A low rumble in his throat is followed by him shoving me backwards. I land on my ass but immediately lie down on my back, spreading my legs while I reach for my cock.
“You want to ravage me, don’t you?” I ask. “I can see it in your eyes. You want to leave your mark, claiming me…ruining me for anyone else.”
“If you think you’ll get the chance at being anyone else’s, you’re not as smart as I thought.”
Javier grabs a bottle of lube he must’ve brought to the bed earlier, pouring the liquid in his hand.
“It’s a good thing I only want you then.”
“Let me remind you what you’ll lose if you ever think otherwise.”
Bending over me, his mouth encircles my cock while his slick fingers slide into my ass.
“Oh my God,” I say as a breath leaves my lungs.
He moans around me, taking me deep into his warm mouth.
His tongue glides around my head before he swallows me down once more.
His touch is magical, transporting me to a land of euphoria in an instant.
In this moment, he holds all power over me, because I’d do anything he wanted as long as I was able to continue being on the receiving end of his skillful hands and mouth.
When he pulls away, he instantly coats his cock with the lube. Between my legs, he hooks one of them over his arm as he positions himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in.
Once he’s all the way inside, he grabs my other leg and begins rocking his hips back and forth.
I bite down on my lip, loving the way his body is silhouetted by the nightlight coming in from the hall.
“So fucking hot,” I murmur.
A growl leaves his throat and he thrusts deeper. “You’re mine, Carlo. Now. Forever.”
I nod. “Yes. Yours.”
The pure, raw need in his gaze has my body trembling. Everything about Javier makes me feel like a different person, though perhaps it’s just that he’s the only one who’s been able to reach the real me, pulling me out of the shell I’ve been in for so long.
He drops lower over my body, keeping just one of my legs up high on his arm as he fucks me deep and rough.
“You get me so hard,” he growls into my ear. “My cock aches for you all fucking day.”
“Mm,” I moan. “You could use me whenever you want.”
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“Use me now,” I say quietly. “Don’t fuck me like you love me. Fuck me like you want to break me.”
A rough, gravelly noise rumbles in his throat, sending goosebumps down my arms. Javier pulls out, flipping me around and yanking me up until I’m on my hands and knees.
I let out a wanton moan, and then he’s sliding back inside with a vicious thrust. His fingers dig into my skin, leaving what I know will be bruises by tomorrow. His hips slam into my ass as he does exactly what I wanted him to do.
I spread my legs wider, dropping my chest to the bed as I squeeze the covers in my fists.
“God, the way your ass moves,” he says before slapping a cheek with his palm. “Sinful.”
He fucks with an animalistic nature. This is pure carnality, and I revel in it. My cock thickens, throbbing with the need to release, but I don’t dare touch myself.
Javier pushes me flat on my stomach, planting his foot over my leg, somehow getting even deeper with each thrust.
My cock begins getting friction against the covers, and I begin to beg.
“Yes, please. Please.”
“Please, what?” he asks, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling the strands.
I don’t even know what I want. “Anything. Everything. More. Harder. I want it all.”
His hand frees my hair and then his body heat is gone and he lifts my hips off the mattress, pulling me to the edge of the bed so he can stand on the floor.
When he pushes back in, he doesn’t move, instead reaching around my waist, touching my cock.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“You’re so fucking hard,” he says, rubbing my pre-cum around my head. “So wet.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Oh God, please.”
He releases me, giving my ass another spanking before gripping my hips and beginning his thrusts.
With my arms outstretched in front of me, I rest my cheek on the mattress, clenching and unclenching the covers as I cry out, begging and praising him.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Oh God, Javier. So good. Please don’t stop.”
I feel wetness on my thighs and peek underneath me, noticing a stream of pre-cum dripping from my cock.
My orgasm is close and I know one stroke on my shaft will have me exploding all over the mattress.
“I’m about to come,” Javier says. “I’m gonna come inside you. Fill you up and watch it drip out.”
“Oh yes. Yes,” I cry. “Fill me up.”
“Oh God, baby. Oh God.” He grunts, his hold on me painful and exhilarating.
Javier cries out, the sound booming.
When his cock twitches and throbs inside me, it sends my orgasm hurtling over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” I exclaim, surprised at the sudden and overwhelming pleasure that rolls over me. “Oh fuck, oh shit. I’m coming.”
I don’t even have to touch myself, as it’s already pouring out of me, but after a few seconds, I reach down and give myself a few strokes anyway, back bowing as I shake and cry out.
“Oh yes,” he murmurs, “Oh, baby. Yes. Come apart for me,” he says.
My breath comes in loud pants as I tremble and whine, my muscles giving out on me.
Javier pulls out slowly, but his hands stay on my ass, doing what he said he would and watching the cum drip from me.
When my legs shake, he takes a hold of my waist and lowers me to the bed while moving me up farther on the mattress.
Spooning me, he nuzzles his face into my neck, our sweat mixing together.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
After several seconds, I say, “I was thinking.” I take a couple more deep breaths. “We should move in together. We haven’t spent a day apart since you got out of the hospital anyway, and it probably—”
“You don’t have to convince me. I’m already down.”
I chuckle. “Oh okay. Good.”
“I love you.”
I turn in his arms, facing him. “I love you.”