10. Dax
DAX
H e did as I said, and I pushed into his mouth. I did my best to use shallow thrusts at first. I was a monster, but I had a few manners left.
It took only seconds for his hot mouth to break what little control I had.
When he moaned around me, I drove in deep, making him gag.
He fought my hold, but I held him down, choking him a few more seconds before pulling back.
He gasped and tried to sit up, but I didn’t let him.
I pushed right back in. I knew how wrong it was, but there was so much darkness in me, so much aggression and desire to take exactly what I wanted.
Travis said I had a soul, but some days I wondered if that was really true.
I worked my cock in and out in slow strokes.
It was killing me not to ram myself all the way into his throat, but if I did, I wouldn’t stop until I drained every drop of cum from my balls, and I wasn’t ready for that.
Finally, I forced myself to pull all the way out.
I couldn’t help but stare at his puffy, spit-slick lips. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous.”
He tried to speak but ended up coughing.
“I hope you weren’t about to disagree with me,” I said as I used a hand under his back to help him sit up, then guided him to turn so his legs hung off the counter where his head had been.
I cupped his face and pulled him to me for a kiss, needing to taste myself on him.
His hands went to my waist and clung to me, pulling me closer and pressing his body against mine.
“You need this, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget who’s in charge, who you belong to.”
“God, Dax, this is so…” I reached between us to cup his dick, and his words trailed off as he shuddered.
“I need you naked. Now,” I snarled as I yanked down the zipper of his coveralls and shoved them off his shoulders. He lifted his arms without needing to be told so I could pull his t-shirt up and over his head. I tossed it on the floor, not caring where it landed.
I also didn’t care that he was sweaty and dirty.
In fact, I reveled in it as I breathed deeply at the base of his neck before kissing and nibbling his collarbone.
I shoved at his chest until he leaned back on his elbows so I could easily access his tight pink nipples.
He moaned and begged as I bit and sucked at the tight buds.
“After I fill you up with my cum, I want to watch it drip out of you.”
“Oh fuck. Dax, that’s…”
“Can I do that? Can I take you bare?”
He nodded frantically. “No one… since… tested.”
“And you trust me?”
“I’ve done way stupider things.”
I did not want to think about any of that. “I would never endanger you.”
“You just choked me with your cock.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Lie down so I can get your fucking pants off.”
Travis reached for the zipper of his coveralls, pulling them down the rest of the way, obviously eager to obey me now. When he raised his hips, I tugged on his pants. He toed off his work shoes, and once they dropped to the floor, I yanked the coveralls off.
I paused then, giving myself a moment to just look at him: his pale skin, the light covering of hair on his chest, the darker treasure trail that led down to his dick, which was rock hard and standing up like it was begging me for more.
I wrapped my hand around it, working him slowly.
He lifted his legs, trying to brace them on the edge of the counter, but I shook my head.
“Hold them up. Open yourself wide for me.”
His eyes widened as he obeyed, grasping himself behind each knee. I took hold of his ankles, pushing them into the air as I bent and licked the length of his cock before letting my gaze rest on his hole. I teased it with my thumb, pushing against it, feeling it give only slightly.
My cock was going to stretch him so wide. It would hurt and, beast that I was, I wanted to hear him cry out as he fought to adjust to me. I wanted to know he was suffering as he tried his best to accommodate me.
I leaned over him, crushing his legs to his chest. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
He looked up, scowling at me. “I’m not a virgin.”
I burst out laughing, and he squirmed, trying to get free. “Don’t laugh at me. Just because I?—”
“No.” I took hold of his chin and forced him to look up at me. As he did so, he wrapped his legs around my waist.
“I’m not laughing at you, and don’t you dare say you’re not skilled. Your mouth… God, it was all I could do not to come in five seconds. I meant did you know what you were doing with a man like me? Do you understand what I am?”
“You’re arrogant and violent and scary as fuck, but you’re also my protector.”
Warmth surged through me then. Unlike the scalding heat of desire, the sensation warmed my heart and made me believe Travis might truly be able to care for me. “Damn right I am. I’m going to keep you safe, and you’re going to obey me.”
“Dax, I?—”
I put a finger over his lips. “No arguing. And don’t move.”
I stepped back, and he let his feet fall to the edge of the counter. “Where are you going?”
“To find some lube.”
“Oh, shit, I…”
“Did you think I was going to fuck you dry? Baby, I don’t need to hurt you that badly.”
He moaned. “That shouldn’t be hot. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“You were made for me.”
“Fuck. I… I think you might be right.”
I stepped into the bathroom and found some unscented lotion.
I was already slicking up my cock as I walked back to Travis.
He’d obeyed perfectly. He was lying there on the counter, legs bent double, head turned to watch me, mouth open as he stared at my hand moving on my cock.
The garage looked like a scene from a porno, but it was so much better because Travis was mine, and I could do whatever I wanted with him.
I teased his hole with the tip of my cock. He sucked in his breath, and his eyes met mine. I was torn between wanting to watch his hole open to accommodate me and watching his eyes to see the expression on his face as he fought the pain and tried not to struggle.
“Mine,” I growled as I pushed forward. I held his gaze and saw both pain and determination in his eyes.
“You can take it.”
“I don’t?—”
“You don’t have any choice.”
Travis shook his head and sank his teeth into his lower lip as I eased in more.
“God, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing me so hard, but I’m going to stretch you wide, fill you up, mark you as mine.”
“Please,” he begged.
“You want that, don’t you?” I ran my thumb over his lower lip, trying to keep him from making it bleed.
He sucked my thumb into his mouth, and I lost it. He cried out as I drove into him, head dropping back. His eyes flew open as I gripped his throat and slowly pulled back, readying myself to go all the way on my next stroke. “Take it,” I demanded. “Take all of it.”