23. Lance
LANCE
“ N ow.” This time Julian complied and brought his hands behind him. “Don’t move until I say you can.”
His eyes were wide, his cheeks red. He looked innocent and wary, and I wanted to defile him. I loved the way he was reluctant to obey but couldn’t help himself. He needed to do what I said, and watching him give in made me crazy.
I wanted to take my cock out, lift him up, and impale him on it, but I had to make myself wait because the first time I took him I was going to make absolutely sure he loved every second of it.
I would erase any bad memories he had of bottoming.
I would make him crave it, not that I minded one bit having him fuck me.
Ordering him to do so was also in my plans for the future.
When I wrapped my hand around his dick, he gasped. I stroked him again, tightening my grip. “Lance, please.”
“Please what?”
“I want… Please.”
“You have to tell me what you want, baby. Exactly what you want.”
“We… we have to hurry. Someone could come anytime.”
“I don’t care who might be out there. Let them watch. All I care about is bringing you off. Seeing your face, making you remember how good I can make you feel.”
“Already… already know that.”
“Do you?”
“Last night… I’ve never… It was like heaven.”
His words made me smile and made my cock even more impatient to feel his tight passage around me. “What if it could be even better than last night?”
“I think that would kill me.”
“Really? Do you want to take the risk and find out?”
“God yes.”
I worked his cock up and down with slow strokes. His grip on my thighs tightened, and his precum helped the glide of my hand.
He whimpered when I stopped. I lifted my hand to his mouth. “Get it nice and wet. I want to work you hard and fast.”
He reached for my hand, fingers closing around my wrist, but I jerked myself from his grasp. “I told you not to move.”
He drew in a sharp breath, and fear flashed in his eyes. I smiled at him, wanting to let him know this was a game, that he was safe, that he could let go.
His hand slipped as he reached back for my thigh. I caught him by the waist, holding him steady until he was gripping me once more, fingers flexing against my muscles.
“That’s good. You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
“I… I don’t know.”
I smiled at him. “I like your honesty. I like that you don’t know if you can control yourself around me. I like that you can show me this part of you.”
I held my hand up again, and Julian lapped at my palm.
This time I was the one who drew in a breath.
I had to bite down on my lower lip to hold in a groan.
His tongue felt so good. I wanted to feel it all over me.
He sucked my fingers into his mouth, wetting each of them.
Finally, my control got too close to the edge, and I pulled away from him.
“I’m going to make you come. I want you to give in and let me do this. Your body is mine right now, mine to use any way I want.”
“Oh God.”
“You can do this. You want to do this. You’re a slut for me.”
His eyes went wide, and he licked his lips.
“That’s right. You. Need. This.” I punctuated my words with slow strokes of his cock. He shuddered as I swept my finger over the top, capturing some of his precum. Then I bent and licked it off, letting my tongue drag across his slit.
“Lance! I’m not going to last like this.”
“I don’t want you to last. I want you to give in. I want you to come hard and fast. I want to watch.”
I started jacking him off again. He let his head drop back, eyes closed, mouth slack.
It was hard for me to decide whether to watch his beautiful face as he grew closer to release or my hand working his gorgeous cock.
Every part of him was beautiful. I pushed my free hand up under his shirt, teasing one of his nipples, running my hands over his smooth skin.
He squirmed in my lap, trying to work his hips and push himself harder into the circle of my hand. I seized his waist, squeezing tight. “You’re not supposed to move. I’m controlling this.”
“Have to. Can’t stay still. Can’t…”
“Let go. Stop trying to control it. Just let the sensation take you. Let me take you.”
His hand squeezed my thighs so hard it hurt.
I wondered if I’d have bruises the shape of his fingers.
I hoped I would. I wanted him to mark me.
He’d already marked me inside. Claimed me.
Taken over all my senses until all I wanted was him.
I didn’t know how it had happened. It was too fast, too crazy. But then, that was how I liked things.
“That’s it. Feel it. Feel how good this is, a hand on your cock, your body letting go. Feel yourself submitting to me. That’s what you need. You need me to take care of you.”
He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked at me. “No. I can’t… I can’t need anyone.”
“You already do. Show me. Show me what you need.”
I moved my hand even faster, gripping him tightly, brushing my thumb over the head of his cock. Seconds later, he cried out, hips jerking wildly as cum spilled from him, coating my hand and splashing onto his shirt and the skin I’d bared.
He struggled to draw in air, and his hands slipped, but I caught him, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him against me. As he clung to me, panting and shivering, my cock throbbed, desperate for attention.