Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Kieran
I didn’t take your number. When I was hiding, I wished I had.
He thought of me when he was in trouble.
No. He wished for me.
Those words. His tears. Those desperate little whimpers. The strongest opponent I’d ever met. Waiting was not an option. Perhaps it never was.
Those mismatched eyes followed as I pushed onto my knees. The vision he made lain out across my bed with my shirt draped around his frame and cum drying on his middle was temptation personified that wrecked any good intentions I might have had.
“Look at this doll,” I murmured while dragging the pad of my finger through the tacky mess and continuing down to the inside of his silky thigh.
“Flushed skin, wet cheeks. A perfect little wreck. Even though I hate every single cut on your body, I can’t deny how fucking captivating you look wearing them. ”
He whined, stare going hazy as I lifted his leg to rest his foot against my shoulder.
Glancing at the bandage wrapped around his knee, I kissed his calf. “Life defying death,” I murmured against his skin, which smelled like my soap from when I’d cleaned him last night. “You’re stronger than you look.” I went on, sampling his succulent flesh until it bore the marks of my teeth.
Goose bumps chased themselves across his skin, and his hands twisted in the sheets.
“That’s good, baby doll.” I praised him. “Very good. Because you will have to be strong to withstand the way I want you.”
“If you make me come again before your dick is in me, I won’t be the only one in this room with stitches,” he threatened even while his chest heaved with desire.
I laughed, the dark, rumbling sound almost foreign to my ears, but for once, I felt no urge to hold it back. “You can come all you want, little hazard. I’ll just make you come again.”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
I smiled into the arch of his foot. “Maybe it doesn’t, but you do. Look at how responsive you are,” I said, licking a stripe up the side of his toe as I watched his dick harden.
Between my legs, my cock practically had its own heartbeat.
Sheer will kept me from erupting when he did.
I’d had to nearly strangle the base of my dick while watching the chords in his neck protrude and back arch and hear his wail of bliss while cum splattered his naked skin.
The entire thing was edging to the extreme, but it would be worth it.
Placing his leg back on the bed, I pushed his thighs wide.
“Remember your safe word?” I asked, sliding my palms under his bare ass.
He nodded.
“Say it.”
“Sugar.”
I lifted his lower body off the bed and split his cheeks to get a thorough look at that little pink hole. The area was smooth and nearly hairless, a perfect backdrop for the tight ring in the center.
“Mine,” I growled and buried my face between his sweet cheeks.
Rubbing my nose against his crack, I inhaled, positively relishing that he smelled like my soap there too.
Inebriated, I dragged my tongue across that puckered blossom, his savory flavor unleashing an addict.
Groaning, I dove back in, lapping at his crack like a man starved.
The thickness of my tongue wedged perfectly in his slit, swiping a long path from behind his hole all the way to the base of his balls. I did it over and over again until his entire center was saturated and his thighs quaked uncontrollably around my face.
Jamming a pillow under his hips, I propped that ass on display, peeling it open once more and massaging the sides of his rim with my thumbs.
His hums of delight turned into a drawn-out moan when my tongue circled his rim, and I went all in, closing my mouth around the tight ring and drawing it between my lips.
He moaned again, and I sucked harder, working on the muscle until it was soft and pliant.
Drawing back, I stared at my handiwork, swiping my tongue across my lip.
“Can I spit on you, doll?”
“W-what?” he said, sounding half out of his mind.
“I want to smear this perfect hole with my spit before I claim it with my tongue.”
“Oh God…”
“That’s not an answer,” I said, tugging on his rim.
“Yes.” He panted. “Yes. Do whatever you want to me.”
I wasted no time, coating his relaxed hole with my DNA. The sound of me spitting made him shudder, and I did it again so I could watch my saliva drip over his skin. After smearing it around, I used my thumbs to pry his hole wide and plunge my tongue in.
Haz gasped and bucked, the velvet texture of his channel clamping down around my tip.
Holding tight around his thighs, I kept him still while fucking him enthusiastically with my tongue.
Rimming was one of my favorite things, and I hadn’t done it in so long.
It was too intimate to do with just a random fuck, and repeats were few and far between for me.
Haz was loving it, twisting his fingers in my hair to pull me even tighter against him as he rode my face. I gave him everything I could, thrusting half my tongue inside him with my nose flattened against his taint, jaw aching.
When I finally pulled back, his hole was relaxed and fluttering. My dick jerked at the sight, pre-cum leaking on the sheets beneath me.
After pressing a kiss against his thigh, I grabbed the lube to flip the cap open while taking in his dilated pupils and strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
“This is the sweetest ass I’ve ever tasted,” I told him, pouring too much lube onto my fingers, circling them around his hole, and watching one disappear inside.
Haz threw his head back to let out a wanton moan.
I added another finger, sinking in to my knuckles and scissoring him open. “That’s it, doll. Open up for me.” I encouraged him, adding a third. “Look at you, stretching so good. Desperate for me to fill you up, aren’t you?”
“Please,” Haz begged. “Please, now.”
His dick bounced against his belly as I thrust inside him with three fingers, tip glistening and balls drawn tight.
As I pulled out, my fingers brushed his prostate, and his shoulders came up off the bed, a wild look in his eyes.
I clamped my hand around the base of his dick, cutting off the orgasm just before he could shoot.
Grunting, he fell back against the pillow, looking wrecked and spent already. “Kieran,” he wailed. “You said—”
“I changed my mind.” I cut him off. “You can’t come until I’m inside you.”
“Hurry,” he rasped.
I coated my dick with lube and then poured some down his taint.
His knees drew up, feet flat on the bed, and I laid my swollen crown against his entrance.
He mewed and rocked against it, the needy sound piercing my heart.
My head caught on his rim, and we both groaned.
Then I pushed halfway inside, his silky-soft heat clamping around me enthusiastically.
“Fuck,” I groaned, trying not to shove myself the rest of the way in and getting lost in his perfection.
I glanced down to find his watery blue and green eyes staring. God, that stare. It hollowed me out every time. The way he managed to look so goddamn innocent even while being stuffed full of my cock.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, lowering to my elbows and resisting the urge to thrust. “Do you want me to stop?”
“You’re very big,” he answered, and my heart fell a little. The last thing I wanted to do was leave his body, but I would do it. “I like it so much.”
My eyes shot to his. He smiled and lifted his chin. I eradicated the distance between us to claim his lips. Lips gliding together, I pushed the rest of the way in. The second my balls hit his skin, our lips popped apart, groans mingling.
After another brief kiss, I slid my forearms under his shoulders to cradle his head. “You’re perfect,” I confessed.
After that, I turned into some sort of deprived animal, rutting between his legs with single-minded determination.
Our skin slapped, his dick bounced, and the musky scent of sex filled the heated room.
His body was tight and slick, molding around my cock like a second skin, and when I pulled my hips back, it would clench greedily, refusing to let me pull all the way out.
And so I held myself there, just my swollen tip stretching that tight ring of muscle, the grip so good I nearly saw stars.
I gazed between our bodies, shallowly thrusting, transfixed by the way his rim flexed around me with every move. Feeling possessive even as I fucked him, I spit on my shaft and then pushed in, forcing more of me inside him.
“More,” he demanded. The greedy doll.
I spit on him again and dropped my hands on either side of his body, driving deep with every punch of my hips.
I was thick and long, assaulting his prostate with every pass, making him writhe and whimper beneath me.
My own release hammered at the base of my spine, and I tried to hold it off.
But his body was too good, the need to mark him too strong.
Reaching between us, I fisted his dick and drove into his prostate. He came undone with only one stroke, crying out and spurting as though he hadn’t just had an orgasm less than an hour ago. I stroked him through it and then grabbed his balls.
His eyes flew open, lips parting as I squeezed and massaged, making his dick spasm a final time. I kept him in my hand another moment, rolling his soft sack around and kneading it gently.
He hummed happily, and I dragged my hand back up his shaft before pushing two fingers into his mouth. He accepted them instantly, drawing them deep, wide eyes staring up at me while he worked.
“Yes. Suck my fingers while I breed this tight little ass.”
The pressure on my fingers increased, and his stare went hazy.
I grunted. “That’s what I thought. This doll craves a belly full of cum.”