6. Declan
6
DECLAN
“B edroom’s upstairs.”
Halle-fucking-lujah.
I stared at him, guzzling down the remainder of the teeth-busting cold water. Sitting the empty bottle on the counter, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. My hand moved to my waist and flicked open the button on my jeans.
Molten dark chocolate eyes followed my every move like a predator stalking his prey. The weight of that gaze was heady and seductive. So, I made a show of stripping away the rest of my clothes.
And he watched.
All the while, the dominant alpha male in me protested.
I ignored him. I needed more than the taste Hayden gave me at the club. I needed the complete experience. Not just a quick, hard fuck against a wall.
I kicked away my pants and briefs, wrapping my hand around my straining cock. I eye-fucked him, stroking myself from base to precum-slicked tip. I gathered it with a finger from my other hand, bringing it to my mouth.
“Stop.”
I froze.
“Good boy.”
I preened under the praise even though the pet name grated. I shoved the feeling away, telling myself to shut the fuck up.
“You don’t like being praised?”
“It’s fine,” I lied.
A dark, sensual laugh rumbled softly from him, setting my teeth on edge.
“Liar. Do you have a safe word?”
“No.”
“Hmm. That’s not good.”
“Never needed one.”
“You’re gonna need one now.”
I swallowed, waiting for him to continue. As much as my brain hated the idea, my cock didn’t. That fucker throbbed in my hand like it had a heartbeat all its own.
“I’ll make it easy on you. Red is stop. Green is go. Yellow is slow down.”
A dip of my chin was all the response I could muster.
“I need words, vato. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I’m not a fucking idiot.”
He advanced on me. One moment, he was on the other side of the room, and the next, he stood in front of me. His hand shot out and wrapped around my throat.
“Don’t get smart with me, vato.”
Using the grip on my throat, he backed me out of the kitchen into the living room, only stopping when the back of my legs hit the front of the couch. The coffee table that sat in the middle of the L-shaped sofa got shoved out of the way by his booted foot.
A strangled gasp I tried to hold back escaped, and he leaned in, licking at my lips.
“Don’t you dare silence yourself. I want it all. Every gasp, groan, moan, and cry. You wouldn’t want to rob me of those, would you, vato?”
My head wiggled back and forth, and he captured my lips. There was no other word for it. He took my mouth and owned it. Lips, teeth, tongue. They all ravaged me, and the battle between my head, heart, and cock turned into a full-blown war. My gray matter had a fit, but everything living below it did a jig and begged for more.
He pushed me away, his eyes locked on my lips. A whimper bubbled up from within as his tongue swiped across his full lips like he was savoring the flavor of me on his lips.
A slow smile turned up his mouth at the corners as he released my neck. His fingertips moved down my chest, tweaking my nipples. “Turn around and get on your knees facing the couch.”
My body spun and dropped onto the cushions, moving into place before my brain even registered the command. For that’s what it was—a command. Similar to ones I’d given to tens if not hundreds of people in the past, but it wasn’t something I’d ever been on the receiving end of.
“Damn, vato. The ass on you.”
Twisting my chin to look back at him over my shoulder, and came face-to-face with his cock, and drool pooled in my mouth. I leaned forward, dragging my tongue over the head. Salty flavor burst in my mouth like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
The sound he made… a cross between a groan and a growl, tightened my balls and made my cock pulse. I was on the verge, and we hadn’t even started yet.
Pain shot through my skull as he knotted his hand in my hair and pulled me off his dick.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that, vato. Papi is in charge. Remember?”
I nodded, and my once-dissident brain lay down in the corner of my mind like a chastised puppy desperate to be obedient.
“Cross your arms, stick your ass out, and brace yourself on the couch.”
I did as I was told. My head dropped forward between my arms. Embarrassment raged through my veins, but I had to see this out. I needed to know why I responded to him so much differently than I had anyone before.
“Good boy. When I ask you for your color, you’re going to be completely honest. Do you understand?”
A silent bob of my head was my only response.
“Words, vato.”
“Yes. I’ll be honest.”
“Good boy. What’s your color?”
My brain said red, but my body screamed green.
I opened my mouth, unsure what the answer would be, until the word “Green” echoed in the room.
“Good boy.”
His big body slid to the ground behind mine, bracketing me with a wall of muscle and heat. So much heat.
“I’m going to eat your ass. Then, I’m gonna open you up because I need in you again.”
Desire pulsed through me. I wanted that, too. Needed it. Craved it.
“Please,” I gasped.
“You beg so pretty, vato. Don’t you worry. I’m going to take care of you.”
Big, calloused hands roamed my body, massaging and caressing until leaving me a mellowed out, submissive, needy, wanting lump begging for more, and when he spread me open, licking me from the tip of my cock to the base of my spine, I came.
Cum spurted from my cock as my orgasm blindsided me. Not that I would’ve been able to control it even if I had seen it coming.
“Look at the mess you made for me, vato. I don’t know if I should punish you or reward you.”
I whimpered, words beyond my capabilities. But he didn’t give me a moment’s reprieve. He kept licking and fucking my ass with his tongue. Just when my cock quit pulsing, his fingers replaced his tongue.
He kept me spread open, finger-fucking me as he said, “I didn’t tell you not to get off, so I’ll give you some leeway this time, but you don’t come without my permission from now on.”
Tears fell from my eyes at the shame of disappointing him. Fuck me, where was this shit coming from? This wasn’t me.
“I couldn’t… I… Fuck! I couldn’t help it.”
Even my voice sounded unfamiliar.
“We’ll just have to train you up a little more then.”
He patted the couch, urging me up off the floor. Heat flooded my face at how exposed I was. Then he spread my thighs, pushing my knees apart, raining kisses on my exposed flesh while fucking and stretching me open with his fingers.
“There, now I can see everything. You should be on display. You’re too pretty to hide away.”
A nibble.
“Your ass.”
A suck.
“Your cock.”
A squeeze.
“Your balls.”
“Fuck,” I moaned.
“Soon, carin? ,” he murmured before sucking my cock into his mouth.
The man played me like an instrument, bringing me to a crescendo over and over, only to slow things down and start over. Lost in waves of lust and need and pleasure so overwhelming and all-consuming for so long, I was on the precipice before I realized it.
“Yellow!” I yelled.
He pulled away from me in increments until he wasn’t touching me at all.
“You okay, Declan?”
I nodded, swallowed, and explained, “I didn’t want to come.”
I glanced over my shoulder, and he stood, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my forehead. “Such a good boy, vato. I’m proud of you.”
As much as I wanted to rail against the praise and all the nicknames, I couldn’t find it in me to do so. It was a task on a to-do list I had zero motivation to complete. Instead, I kissed him. And in a way I’d never kissed… well, anyone ever before.
“Fuck me, Papi. I need to feel you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. God, yes. I want you inside me.”
He flipped me so I was no longer on my knees but was now on my back under him. I watched him suit up, and then he was there, between my legs, his impossibly enormous cock pressing into me. My back arched and sparks shot through me when he pegged me just fucking right.
Slapping flesh, grunts and groans, begging, and his fucking filthy mouth filled the air, creating a pornographic symphony, and I let the music of us wash over me and take me away. I floated in the abyss of pleasure so great I never wanted to set eyes on the shore again.
Nothing could compare. Nothing in the past. Nothing that could happen in the future. This was perfection.
Or so I thought.
Callouses softened with the silky smoothness of lube tugged at my dick. The sensations enveloped me. Pleasure came at me from multiple fronts, and I surrendered.
My body convulsed. An explosion of color painted my vision just before cum shot from me. I felt the pulse of my cock from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head. It took up residence in my eyes, causing my vision to dim and brighten with the beat of my heart.
“Papi!” I cried as everything went black.