10. Declan
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DECLAN
M y face smacked the wall, and his dominance swept through me. There was something about this man. The sexual control freak in me took a fucking hike any time he got his hands on me. It was like he flipped a switch, and my entire personality did an about-face.
“You’re an amazing cocksucker, carin?, but I need to feel your ass wrapped around me.”
“Yes, please,” I begged, and he growled in my ear.
“Someone should outlaw these fucking jeans. Push ‘em down.”
I did as he told me, jumping a little when he cursed, and something crashed to the floor beside our feet. Turning my head, I noticed the drawer from the table next to us was on the floor.
“Gimme your hand.”
Lubed dripped into my hand, and he said, “Prep yourself.”
I need him in me. Now. So, I didn’t argue, plus that monster in his pants would’ve ripped me in half if I didn’t. Fucking my fingers into me, first one, then two, and finally three. As fast as possible, I opened myself for him.
“Jesus, look at that ass. Push it out for me, vato. Yeah, like that.”
A crinkle of foil echoed off the walls, making my stomach clench with need.
“Papi…” I gasped.
He pulled my fingers from my ass, grabbed both wrists, and pressed them to the wall above my head, holding them there as he kicked my legs apart. The rough fabric of his uniform shirt caught against the soft fabric of my t-shirt as he crowded against me, surrounding me with all his masculine, dominant energy.
The head of his cock nudged my hole with a steady press until my body opened for him, and he thrust into my channel. As aggressive and needy as he was, I expected to be brutally rage-fucked, and I was down for it, but he took me deliberately. He slowly thrust into me until he was fully seated, filling me so fucking full.
My head fell back on his shoulder as he held still, letting me adjust. “God…” I gasped.
His lips ghosted over my neck, up to my ear. The whisper of his hot, damp breath gave me chills as he claimed me.
“This ass is mine. You understand, vato. As long as we’re doing this thing, no one else touches you unless I say so.”
Turning my head, I captured his mouth, but he ravaged mine, tongue fucking me the way I wanted his dick to take my ass. I wiggled, hoping he’d move; instead, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “I’ll move when I’m good and fucking ready, vato.”
A whine built in my throat, and his free came up, grabbing me by the neck just below my chin, holding my head back on his shoulder, then his other handcuffed my wrists.
Completely at his mercy, I shoved away the pissed-off asshole that reared his head in the back of my mind. He could shut the fuck up. I knew what he was going to say, and I didn’t want to hear it.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re taking me so well. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Papi.”
I don’t know where the response came from. The raging bastard I’d locked away in my head beat against the cage I’d stuffed him. Those words must’ve been what Hayden was waiting for.
His hips began moving, and he fucked me. First, hard and fast, then slow and gentle with no rhyme or reason, and I let myself get carried away in the torrent of emotion he built around us. A litany of words and sounds fell from our lips, and I couldn’t have told you what came from who.
I was so lost; I didn’t understand when he cursed.
“Motherfucker.”
“What…” I gasped.
“Come for me, carin?.”
Several knocks bounced off the door next to us. “Oh shit,” I groaned. Not the best first impression, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.
He let my hands go, and he fell to my hips. He pulled us away from the wall, holding me in place as he thrust in and out of me, growling low in his throat. Bracing myself against the wall with a forearm, I laid my arm on it and gripped my dick. I held it and let his movements fuck my palm.
“Work your cock, baby. We’ve got company,” he moaned.
“Fuck,” I groaned, realizing why he’d swore a bit ago. I pumped my dick hard and fast, keeping time with his thrusts. It only took a few strokes with him pegging my prostate like a fucking bullseye, and I came. Cum flew from my cock, splattering the wall in front of us.
Hayden shoved me forward one last time, and a guttural scream filled the air. His forehead pressed into my back between my shoulder blades. After a few quick, deep breaths, he eased out of me.
My hole spasmed at the emptiness left behind. I turned and leaned against the hall table, whose drawer was still on the floor with the contents scattered around it.
“Here.”
I looked at Hayden. He’d stripped off his uniform blouse and held the undershirt out to me. Grabbing it, I cleaned up my cock, the wall, and fuck me, the floor. Setting the shirt down, I pulled my pants back on, doing them up as I watched him hitch his pants up enough to walk to the kitchen and get rid of the condom.
He smirked at me and the mess on the floor.
“Fuck, vato. The shit you do to me.”
“Last I checked, all I’ve done to you is suck your dick, and you didn’t even let me finish that,” I replied, pulling him into me and slanting my mouth across his.
He braced his forearm above my head, leaning into me.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
“If y’all start fucking again, we’re leaving your asses here,” someone yelled through the door.
We both burst out laughing, and Hayden pulled open the door.
“You fucking cockblockers.”
“You just got your rocks off. We all heard it. Hell, half the fucking base heard it.”
I bent down to clean up the mess he’d made of the drawer while he talked to his buddies.
“Hey, Declan.”
I turned and smiled at the only one of Hayden’s friends I knew.
“Hey, Scott.”
“Everyone, this is Declan. Imma run, grab a shower, and change. Y’all introduce yourselves.”
Hayden pressed a kiss against my temple and raced up the stairs. I watched him go before facing walking to the kitchen to wash my hands. I came back to the group of guys drying my hands with a kitchen towel. The way Hayden had talked, there would be a large group, but including Scott, there were only five guys.
“Hey, everyone. I’m Declan.”
The first guy stepped forward, “Ewen.” He was the shortest, other than Scott. His haircut was the typical Marine Corps high and tight. He had a lean, ripped look to him and a scar on his left cheek.
“Slone.” I shook his hand. We were similar in height, weight, and coloring, but he had deep chocolate-brown eyes.
The bean pole who stood in the back reached through the other guys and said, “I’m Cameron.”
The last guy gave me an appraising look from my boots to face, pausing on my cock. “Howdy, cowboy. I’m Priest.”
If it weren’t for Hayden living and breathing in my head and invading every conscious thought, the guy in front of me would be right up my alley. He gave off a vibe that usually would’ve made my dick take notice, but not now. One, I was utterly wiped out, and two, he was cute, but he was no Hayden.
“Nice to meetcha.”
Priest licked his lips and said, “Damn that accent” while staring at my mouth.
“Don’t get any ideas, Priest. I’m not sharing.”
Every one of their heads spun, and I followed their gaze to the stairs behind me. If the words he’d spoken hadn’t been enough to get my engines revving again, the way he looked certainly jump-started things.
Hayden came down the stairs carrying a duffel bag. Dressed casually like the rest of us, he shouldn’t have had much of an impact on me, but the way the man filled out the plain white t-shirt that stretched tight across his enormous chest and the tapered black cargos made my mouth water. Add the backward ball cap and the white and black Adidas, and I probably needed to wipe my face.
“It’s not like you to be a stingy motherfucker, Marin.”
“You’ll live,” Hayden said as he came to a stop behind me, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck.
I’ve never once felt short. Even as a kid, I was always the tallest. Then, as I filled out, I was broader than most of my peers, as well. But Hayden Marin topped me in more ways than one, and I loved how it made me feel.
“Where’s everyone else?” he asked.
All the guys looked at each other before Scott said, “Lucia said she wasn’t feeling well and decided not to go.”
“And Lemasters and Haverty?”
Scott cleared his throat and said, “They didn’t want to leave Lucia alone since she wasn’t feeling well.”
Hayden grumbled behind me, then sighed. “Okay. If it’s just us, Declan offered up his car.”
“You mean the fed mobile sitting at the curb?”
I laughed. “I work private security. It’s my work truck.”
Scott whistled, “Nice.”
“It has its perks,” I replied. “But I’m happy to drive.”
“Whaddya say, guys, you ready to hit the town?”