17. Beau
BEAU
I t took all the self-control I had not to slam myself into Corbin in one brutal stroke.
The fact that he was so needy, so willing to beg after he’d been such an arrogant shit when we’d first met made me crazy.
He was mine. I knew that was a ridiculous idea considering who he was, but I didn’t care.
I’d told him I wasn’t scared of anyone, his brothers included, and that was ultimately true.
Yes, this was complicated. Yes, they would be resistant, but I was going to figure this out because I wasn’t letting anyone else get their hands on Corbin. I wasn’t going to let anyone else see him like this, so open, so eager to please. That was for me and me alone.
I placed a hand at the base of his spine, spreading my fingers as I pushed my way up the length of his back. He whined when I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pinning him down.
I leaned over him as I notched my cock against his entrance.
I ran my tongue around the edge of his ear and felt him shiver.
“I’m controlling this. I’m going to give you what you need, and you’re going to take it.
You’re going to open yourself to me and surrender.
I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have. ”
“Yes, please,” he begged. There was no more fight in him. He pressed against me, groaning as I nipped his earlobe and pushed in a little farther. “You’re so fucking big.”
“It’s all for you, baby.”
“I can take it. I swear. You don’t have to go slow. I don’t care if it hurts.”
He was such a fucking temptation. I knew he was telling the truth.
I could drive into him and not let up until I filled him with my seed.
He’d proven he could take pain and feel pleasure from it.
I’d spanked him harder than I’d intended because of how he’d responded. I hadn’t been able to hold back.
This time I would, though. This wasn’t about what he could do. It was about making him feel incredible. I gave him another inch or so. “I decide the pace. I decide how much to give and when.”
He whimpered. “You’re killing me.”
“No. I’m giving you everything you’ve ever needed.”
I pulled almost all the way out, then thrust in harder, almost to the hilt. Corbin’s hands tightened around the pillow, his knuckles going white as his teeth sank into his lower lip.
“There’s more for you.” I eased out again then drove into him, filling him as deeply as I could. As I waited for him to adjust, I held his hips, forcing him to be still. “My pace. My choice. I want your total surrender.”
“I… I don’t know if…”
“I do, and that’s all that matters.” I drove into him again, and he gasped as I bottomed out.
“So full. So good.”
I worked my hips faster then, not giving him any more chances to slow down. He pushed up onto his elbows and started pushing back against me, meeting each stroke. It felt like heaven. Knowing how desperate he was and how much he needed this was making it damn hard for me to hold on.
I reached under him and grasped his dick in my hand, stroking him up and down, using the same rhythm as my thrusts into his ass. He whimpered and struggled, trying to make me go faster. His cock was leaking so much I was able to use his precum as lube.
“Please,” he begged. “I need to come so bad.”
I wanted to draw it out, to keep tormenting him, to see how long I could make him hold off, but I also wanted to come deep inside him as he worked his hips, wanting more, begging for it. And I wanted to hold him afterwards, to cuddle him against me and comfort him.
The latter was utterly new. I enjoyed dominating men.
I liked control. I’d played plenty of games where I’d dealt out discipline or forced men to obey, but I was always content to leave as soon as the sex was over.
But this… this was way more than just sex.
It wasn’t at all what I had expected when I decided I wanted to be the one to teach Corbin a lesson.
I tightened my grip on his cock. “I want to feel you come. Don’t hold anything back.”
“Beau, I… Please!” I jerked him off while I fucked him hard and deep. He whimpered and squirmed and worked himself on me. In no time, his body jerked, and his ass tightened around me so hard it hurt.
I felt the first splash of his cum hit my hand. I kept stroking him, wanting him to feel every bit of pleasure he could. I held my climax back, determined to wait him out.
When he sagged against the mattress, I gave his spent cock one last pull, eliciting a soft whine. I took hold of his hips and drove deep again and again until, with a shout, I let go, spilling inside him, letting my hot cum fill him up.
“So good,” he murmured. “So… everything.”
It had been everything. Everything I had ever dreamed of. Everything we both needed. I slipped my arms under his limp body and raised him up onto his knees so I knelt behind him. My cock slipped from his ass, and he sucked in a breath.
“Do you feel my cum leaking out of you?”
“Oh my God, yes. I’ve never… I’ve never had a man come inside me. It feels incredible. I feel it coating my thighs. It’s so fucking hot.”
His legs were shaking, and I doubted he could hold himself up. I pressed him tight against my front as he reached between his legs and brought his hand back up, fingers dripping with cum. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. Damn if my cock didn’t twitch.
I encouraged him to turn his head so I could kiss him, needing to taste myself on him. I sucked on his tongue the way he’d sucked on his own fingers. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I held him in place, showing Corbin I was still in control, that I decided when the kiss ended.
When I finally pulled back, his eyes were huge. He stared at me as he panted. “That was… Fuck, I’m dizzy.”
I eased him back down onto the bed and curled around him.
“Beau, I… I want…”
“Just rest. There will be time for talking later.”
“Don’t go.”
I pulled him tighter against me. “I have no intention of leaving you.” I left off the word ever , but it rang in my head.
“Y-you’re going to stay?”
“Yes.” I ran my lips along his neck, breathing in his scent—sweat, sex, and Corbin.
“Like, you’ll stay all night?”
“Yes, baby. All night.”
I lay there for a long time, watching Corbin sleep and stroking my hands over his body.
I kissed his neck and his shoulder, but he didn’t stir.
He was worn out after what we’d done. My mind raced, and eventually, the fact that we’d skipped dinner had me slipping out of bed.
Corbin made a few protesting noises, but he didn’t fully wake.
I tucked the covers around him to keep him warm.
I found the kitchen easily and started looking around for a snack. I had only a second’s hesitation about taking Remington’s food. Taking his brother’s ass in his guest room had to be far worse than stealing a snack, and I knew if Corbin was awake, he would offer me whatever was there.
I made myself a ham and cheese sandwich and washed it down with a glass of milk. I put my dishes in the dishwasher, wiped down the counter, and headed back upstairs.
When I slipped back into bed, Corbin stirred and turned over to look at me. “Where’d you go?”
“To get something to eat.”
Corbin’s stomach growled, and I smiled. “Sounds like you need something too.”
“Yeah, I guess. Did we skip dinner?”
“We did. Want me to make you a sandwich?”
“You don’t have to.”
I placed a finger on his lips. “You know I’m not a man who does things he doesn’t want to do.”
“Even fixing the cars of big scary mobsters.”
“Especially that.”
Corbin stretched, and I watched his beautiful body, enjoying the way his muscles moved and shifted. He pulled back the covers and sat up.
“I’ll bring the food up here. You don’t have to come down.”
A look of horror crossed his face. “We can’t eat in the bed.”
“After what we just did, you’re worried about getting crumbs on the sheets?”
“It’s Remington’s rule. No one is allowed to bring food upstairs.”
“I imagine his rules include me not fucking you up here either.”
“He’s never explicitly said that.”
I laughed. “Listen to yourself.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll come downstairs. It’s okay. I think I can walk.” When he stood, he swayed and leaned over to brace his arms on the bed. “Or maybe not.”
I rolled my eyes. “Get back in the bed.”
“Fine, you win. But it’s your fault.”
“That you can’t walk?”
“Yes,” he huffed.
“I happen to remember you begging me to go harder?”
“Not with the spanking.”
“A reddened ass doesn’t keep your legs from working.”
He flipped me off, and I laughed as I walked out of the room.
A few moments later, I returned with a sandwich and a bottle of water.
We ended up talking about Remington’s house and his strict rules about one’s behavior while visiting.
It didn’t surprise me that he was super fastidious.
It was a beautiful house, and I couldn’t blame him too much for wanting to protect it.
Corbin ate quickly, making it obvious how hungry he was. When the sandwich was gone and he was down to the last few sips of water, he looked at me. I braced myself. His expression was more serious than usual. Whatever I expected him to say, it definitely wasn’t what came out.
“Tell me about your time in prison.”