20. Marcus #3
Preston’s groan mixes with my harsh grunts. Fuck, this feels like I’m an animal rutting against another animal, unable to get enough.
Nothing is enough when I have Preston in my hands.
I grab his red ass cheek in a rough hand and spit a couple of times on the tip of my cock. The purple veins throb in the dim light as I thrust against his tight hole.
“W-what are you doing?” He cranes back, his expression wide, but his lips part, and the light in his eyes shines brighter. “Don’t you dare fuck me, Marcus.”
“I won’t.”
“But you’re…”
“I said I won’t. Your first time taking my cock won’t be in a mechanic shop.” I jerk my hips, slamming my cock against his welcoming entrance. “Mmm. Your little hole is clenching, baby. I think it wants to be filled.”
“Ungh…shit…”
“You took all three of my fingers the other time, so it’s definitely missing being stuffed full of me.”
“Shut up.”
“My cock is thicker and bigger than my fingers.” Thrust. “But I think you can take me like a very good boy.” Thrust. “You’d clench around my cock and make it good for me, wouldn’t you? You’ll make me come in seconds flat when I’m buried in you.”
“Mff…fuck…” His fingers curl against the door, his ass rising higher in the air.
“See? Your body is already begging for my cock.” I thrust harder once, twice, and on the third time, he swallows the tip of my crown.
He goes still, his body trembling uncontrollably, but his cock drenches my hand with precum.
“Oh, baby. Your greedy hole is demanding to have my cock inside. It wants me to fuck you raw here and now. Like a goddamn animal.”
He bites on his lower lip, hard, but I release his ass and slide my fingers between his lips and pull down on his jaw, my fingers clamping down on his teeth. “I told you not to do that. You’ll bleed.”
“D-do something,” he whispers against my fingers, and the stuttering is killing me.
Preston is a menace. An asshole through and through. But when I’m touching him like this, he’s just my beautiful prince with masochistic tendencies.
I remove my fingers from his mouth and grab his ass cheek again. “Something?”
“It burns,” he says in a lower voice. “Go all the way in or pull out.”
“Which one do you want?” I lick that tattoo behind his ear, nibbling as I release a gruff noise. “In or out?”
It takes all my willpower to remain still. My cock is aching to pound him into the door, take it all out on his body.
But I truly don’t want to fuck him for the first time in a mechanic shop’s storage room. It just doesn’t fit him.
If he says the words, though, I don’t think I can resist.
I’m holding on to my last thread of patience here. My muscles are all bunched up, my hips straining to remain still.
I lick the shell of his ear and he shivers. “What do you want me to do, Preston?”
“I don’t care,” he says in a dead, emotionless voice.
“In that case.” I pull out, even as my entire body protests and precum glistens on the tip of my cock.
Preston’s eyes widen, and I think I see a flash of disappointment, but it disappears too soon. Maybe I imagined it.
I jerk myself a few times. It doesn’t take me long. I’ve been on the verge of coming since I breached his tight rings of muscles.
My balls draw up, and I release a groan. “Take my cum like a good boy.”
He lets out a huff, and then I’m spurting all over his ass, painting the red skin with my cum.
Preston hisses, then grunts because I still have his cock in my hand, and he’s so sensitive and on the edge.
“L-let me come.”
“No.”
“You already came on my ass, prick.”
“You made that bargain, not me.” I tug on his cock once, then stop. “This is your punishment for ignoring me.”
“Oh…fuck…”
Jerk. Stop. “Stay with me, baby. We’ve only just gotten started. I can edge you for hours.”
“Ungh…shit.”
Jerk. Stop.
His noises of frustration and arousal are music to my ears.
He lets out a long puff of air. “What do you want, Marcus?”
“Us being exclusive.”
“You said you didn’t want that earlier!”
“I don’t want it as we currently are, no.” Jerk. “If you agree to be more cooperative, I do want it.”
“W-what does being cooperative mean…fuck!”
“No ignoring or ghosting.” Jerk. “Communicating properly.” Jerk. “Meeting regularly.” Jerk. “No using me to fuck, then disappearing. I’m not your sex doll.”
“That sounds like a relationship.”
I grin as I stop. “If that’s what you want, I can be convinced.”
“It’s not…fuck…I want to come…”
“Is that a yes to my terms?”
“Yes…”
“Say that again.”
“I said yes, asshole! Just let me…c-come.”
“Hmm.” Jerk. “That means I better not see girls throwing themselves at you, baby.”
“I should be the one who says that.”
I chuckle. “Won’t be happening again.”
“Good or I’ll kill them and you…”
“Such a menace.”
“Mff…now let me come, I’m so close…”
I release him and pull away, and he jerks up. “Why the fuck did you stop. I said yes!”
“Uncorrelated. A punishment is a punishment. Us being exclusive is something else.” I step away. “Dress up. We’ll celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
I lick the tattoo behind his ear and whisper in low, dark words, “The fact that you’re now mine, my prince.”