4. Declan
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DECLAN
F uck me.
My cock pulsed in my pants. It seemed we shared more than just an affinity for sinfully sexy men. I, too, was vers, and like him, it didn’t matter who I was with, whether I pitched or caught. I was in control. Always.
There’d been a lot of people over the years. The family laughingly slut-shamed me, but I didn’t give a fuck, because they were right. One of the things I learned was who I was, and another was what, or rather who, to avoid. I didn’t follow the others in my family into the military because I hated, fucking loathed, being told what to do. Did I want to be in charge professionally, not really, but to let someone dictate my personal life? Yeah, no thanks.
So yeah, I fucked a lot, but never anyone as dominant as this guy. I avoided his type. Submission wasn’t something that came naturally to me sexually. I hated being in that role, but something about the sexy ass giant made me want him to throw me down on the ground and fuck me until I begged.
It pissed me off.
I pushed up onto my toes, and at six-four, that was an experience I’d never had. I latched onto his mouth and buried my tongue in it when he opened for me. A growl rumbled through him, vibrating against my chest.
He wrenched his mouth from mine. Our chests heaved, brushing against each other, rubbing the fabric of my shirt across my nipples. Sparks pinged through me, lighting me up from the inside out. His eyes took on a glow, making him look feral like he wanted to eat me alive.
I wasn’t sure if I would protest if he did, and that fed the alpha male in me, but a war raged through me, ravaging every thought and belief I had.
The man was volcanic hot, just like the molten lava fields in Hawaii that I visited once with the family hot. You could feel the heat, the danger, coming off of them from forever away. That was how the man who held me in thrall was from the moment I set eyes on him when he stepped into the club.
“Someone has a hard time listening.”
If I were smart, the dark, menacing rumble of his voice would’ve sent me running for the hills. But I wasn’t smart. I was horny. I wanted to fuck. And the sexy beast in front of me was just what I wanted, even if he wasn’t what I needed. Or what was good for me?
A slow smirk danced its way onto his face, and his one eyebrow arched, making him look like that wrestler Foster’s boys liked so much. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like the wrestler in general.
“Oh, I listened. I just don’t follow directions very well.”
“Keep it up, pretty boy, and I’ll spank your ass for you.”
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”
What the fuck?
His face fought off a smile and pulled me behind him into the darkness, away from the bar. When the blackness enveloped us, he pushed me up against the wall, crowding me until his rock-hard dick pressed into my ass.
“I love that you’re tall enough that this is possible.”
“I love that you’re brazen enough to fuck in public. I don’t know if I could wait.”
He latched onto my neck and opened my pants, pushing them and the briefs I wore under my ass cheeks. I stroked my dick and signed as he pulled out the plug I wore.
“Someone came prepared.”
“Someone wants to fucking come.”
The crinkle of a condom filled the space between us, and then his cock filled my ass.
“Motherfucker,” I grunted through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Papi , you’re big.”
“Proportional,” he moaned, palming my soft, floppy cock. “I’m sorry.”
“No worries. Just gimme a minute.”
I breathed through my nose, forcing myself to relax so my body could adjust to the anaconda the bastard sported. He nuzzled my neck, raining kisses on the tender, sensitive flesh. A war waged within. Pain and pleasure battled for dominance, and slowly, so fucking slowly, pleasure won out, and the pain receded, perking up my dick.
“There we go,” he muttered, easing out slightly. “Okay?”
I nodded, moaning as the mushroom head rolled over the sensitive bundle of nerves that made sparks fly across my eyelids and throughout my body, each one resonating. He set up a slow, steady rhythm, his hips rolling against my ass until I moved with him.
My head dropped back on his shoulder, and I let him take the control he laid claim to. A kaleidoscope of ecstasy painted the most beautiful pictures on the backs of my closed eyelids. Colors exploded in harmony with the thundering of my pulse and the sultry beat of Britney that drowned out everything but him.
“You feel so fucking good, vato .”
He punctuated each word with a deep, hard thrust that pegged my prostate, and game over should’ve flashed before my eyes. Cum shot from my cock as if something dark and sinister reached into my soul and ripped it from me.
He groaned, his head falling forward to rest against mine as his already huge ass cock hardened and pulsed deep inside me.
“Fuck, I needed that, vato.”
“Same, but now I need another drink.”
He eased out of me, replacing the plug before tucking me back into my pants, and we headed to the bar after a quick pit stop in the bathroom to clean up. A bartender caught sight of us approaching the side of the bar we vacated for a dark corner, and he moved away from the throng of thirsty patrons.
He smirked as he asked, “You guys want a drink or another dark corner?”
I burst out laughing, and Tall, Dark, and Hot as Fuck gave the bartender the stink eye and deadpanned, “I’ll take a Four Horsemen.”
“Damn, dude. It’s your funeral.” The bartender turned to me. “You want another Vodka Cranberry, or do you have a death wish too?”
“No death wish. Just bring me the Vodka Cranberry. And put his on my tab.”
“What’s the name?”
“Declan Holt.”
The bartender moved off, and I turned back to find a pair of deep chocolate, nearly black eyes staring at me. “I don’t need you to buy my drinks.”
“Consider it a thank you for making the night interesting.”
The smug, satisfied look on his face told me what he was about to say.
“It’s not over yet.”
“Considering the day I had, I’m happy to hear it.”
“I get that.”
“So, what should I call you? Tall, Dark, and Hot as Fuck is almost more of a mouth full than that trouser snake you’re packing.”
“I don’t know if I wanna tell you because Papi and Tall, Dark, and Hot as Fuck works damn well.”
“You don’t need an ego boost when you look and fuck like you do. What’s your name?”
“Hayden Marin.”
“Nice to meetcha. I’m Declan, as you heard.”
“Here you boys go.” The bartender set the drinks down in front of us. “And they’re on the house. Courtesy of the bartenders as a thank you for the free show.”
I wasn’t the least bit prudish, but I couldn’t help the heat that suffused my face. I cleared my throat and said, “You’re welcome.”
Hayden smirked in that cocky way that made me want to punch his smug face when he said, “Happy to be of service.”
Hayden picked his drink up, and I tapped my glass against his and took a drink while he tossed his back. It was a good thing he was a mountain of a man because he’d downed four shots of whiskey in one go. He motioned to the bartender, and I sat my drink down.
“A man on a mission?” I asked.
He grunted. “You could say that. I deploy for a six-week training cruise next week.”
“I didn’t peg you as a sailor.”
“You didn’t peg me at all yet.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not in the Navy. I’m a Marine.”
“Yeah, that fits better.”
The bartender brought Hayden’s second drink. I stifled a sigh when he drank this one at a more leisurely pace. Thank God. If he keeled over, it would take half the club to get the big-ass fucker back on his feet.
“Is that what you thought?”
I nodded and finished my drink before answering. “Yes. You have the look and carriage. Although, I would’ve thought you were too tall. What are you like, six-ten?”
“Just under six-nine. I grew another inch or so after I enlisted. But how’d you guess?”
“There aren’t many men who make me feel small.”
He pulled me to him. Taking my mouth, he tongue-fucked my face thoroughly before draining the second drink and dragging me off to the dance floor. He nodded at the kid he’d come with. The boy looked perfectly happy, being the meat in the top sandwich he was grinding between.
“The kid looks to be having a good time.”
“Good. That means he won’t get pissy when I send him off in his own rideshare.”
I laughed but lost my breath and all track of time when he wrapped me in his arms and started moving. For a big man, he could move. Like actually dance and not just sway or grind. I tried my damnedest to keep up, but there was no way. I only had moves in two instances, fucking or fighting. Dancing was not my forte. He didn’t seem to mind. He moved me when I didn’t move the way he wanted.
Never. Not a single time in my life had there been a man who could manhandle me, but this guy did it without blinking or breaking a sweat. And I was here for it, and anywhere else he would do it.
Finally, I gave in and dragged him off the dance floor. Drenched in sweat, my clothes clung to me, and I was dying of thirst. At the bar, I flagged down the bartender from earlier and ordered two waters and a drink each.
“Did I wear you out already, old man?”
My mouth fell open. I spun around, looking up at him, and said, “I’m not fucking old.”
He fucking smirked at me, pinning me against the bar. His arms bracketed me. “You’re older than me.”
“Here you guys go.”
I turned back to the bar, picking up the cup of water and draining it dry, then sucking and crunching on the ice. I couldn’t believe he called me fucking old. I wasn’t even thirty-five. At least not yet. There were still a few months before my birthday.
His long ass arm reached around me for the drink I ordered him. His eyes locked on mine in the mirror behind the bar. Mesmerized, I watched his reflection as he swallowed the drink, then placed the cup back on the bar without sparing it a single glance. I don’t think he even blinked. I followed every movement, crunching ice cubes like it was my business as he chased the drink with the cup of water.
I swallowed.
In my almost thirty-five years, no one has ever had this effect on me.
Never.
But Hayden Marin was a big, sexy, charismatic beast, and he put me under his spell the moment I saw him. I just didn’t know what to do about it. I should probably be scared. Instead, I was rock fucking hard again , and everything inside me wanted his cock splitting me open right here and now.