Xander #4
He had probably known that was going to happen at some point, and he grunted when I snapped my hips forward, burying myself from the halfway point and then pulling back again.
It was the point of no return, and I used my grip on his body to shove him down only to yank him back as I thrust forward, angling down.
I knew my aim had been true the moment he cried out, pressing his face into the mattress to smother the noise.
I didn’t care if everyone on the property could hear him as he cried out into the mattress.
Hell, all of them could listen in for all it mattered to me in that moment as I made the bed frame groan with my thrusts.
It was the first good thing I’d had in my life in months; he was the first good thing.
So I was going to get every bit of pleasure I could from it, and fuck him into oblivion, leaving him sweating, shaking, content, and filled with my cum.
Possessiveness had seemed stupid before, but made complete sense as I bore down into him, making his knuckles go white as he gripped the sheets with another cry.
He was helpless, made desperate by what I was doing.
Right then, he was mine, mine to fuck, mine to appreciate, mine to pleasure with my cock as I filled him up, my hips slamming into his ass and making his bouncing cock leave streaks of wet on his thighs and stomach.
It was too much for me to keep a good handle on things, and I ground down into him, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it back.
He panted as I gave another hard set of thrusts and then shoved as deep into him as I could go.
“Mine,” was all I could snarl as I pulled him back, kissing him hard as I came.
Colin gave another cry and even as I poured every drop into his ass, I reached down under him and gripped his cock.
A savage pride filled me when I felt his cock respond immediately, needing only a few strokes before he was coming.
Even the unbelievably pleasurable feeling of his ass bearing down on me as I came inside him couldn’t compare to the realization that I had just fucked him stupid.
He had stopped trying to form words a while back, and he was completely pliant as I gripped the back of his head and his cock jerked in my hand.
When he was done, he collapsed onto the bed, and I carefully pulled out, having learned that yanking out was uncomfortable, especially after he’d come.
He flopped onto his side, and I tugged the towel out from under him, bundling it up and tossing it onto the floor.
And then…I looked down at what I had done.
It wasn’t just his face, but his neck and shoulders were red.
There was a sheen to his skin that told me we probably should have waited to shower after we fucked because the bed was going to have his sweat on it.
His chest rose and fell, his eyes shut as he lay there, his body boneless as he took deep, steady breaths.
I ran a hand over his side and rested on his hip; he didn’t open his eyes, but he brought one hand up to rest on top of mine.
“You good?” I had to ask, even though every clue indicated he most certainly was.
“Probably a good thing we didn’t start off bareback the first time,” he said with a chuckle.
“Why?”
“Because you just fucked me like your goddamn life depended on it, which…fucking hell, please do that again, but not sure I would have come out in one piece if we’d started that way.”
“You’ve never complained.”
“And you won’t hear me complain,” he said, and my breath caught when his eyes opened and golden sunlight stared back at me when he smiled. “Come, lie with me a little while.”
I hesitated, not because I objected to spooning, but it was late and we should go to bed and not risk getting caught.
Yet, it felt cruel to treat him so roughly, a treatment he welcomed in all fairness, and then turn him out of my bed.
I wouldn’t want to treat some random someone I had only known for an hour like that, let alone someone who was… well, he was Colin.
Sighing, I did as he asked, laying down, wrapping my arms around him and drawing him back into a complete hold.
He wriggled, and I rolled my eyes when I realized he was like a dog, squirming against me happily to find a position that was just right.
The idea was cemented when he gave a heavy, contented sigh and flopped his head down, and I would be the idiot who was probably smiling too.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
“Yeah, why the fuck wouldn’t I be?”
“I dunno. I’m just checking. I mean, you’ve got pretty used to this whole…thing, for the most part. But ya know, I wouldn’t blame you if there were still a few mental hang-ups going on in that head of yours.”
“Quit worrying about stupid shit.”
“I’m just saying, that whole thing with Cait was kind of…I dunno, a reality check?”
“You should talk less.”
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“Fine, fine,” he said and yawned. “Snuggle me a bit longer.”