Chapter 10 #3
“More, please,” he begged, a whimper wrapping around each syllable that left his lips. “I need you, Oren.”
“You need me?” I bit my lip, sitting back on my haunches. Oh, to see Thorne Graves begging was a sight I didn’t want to end. “You need me how?”
“God, I don’t care,” he whined, his hips bucking as they chased my hand. “However, you’ll have me. Just please.”
“Oh, is the great Thorne Graves groveling?” I mused, slipping off the bed to rid myself of the combat pants I was wearing. I slid them down my thighs, slowly, enjoying the sight of him watching me.
Snarling impatiently, he went to sit up. “I am going to get off this bed, Oren Valens.”
“Do it,” I challenged, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip. “But I think you’ll regret it.” I tossed my pants aside, hooking my thumbs into my bright green briefs, but not tugging. Not yet.
“Must I remind you of the size difference between us?” he crooned, lolling his head to the side as he watched me with a hunger I’d never witnessed on any man. “I could take you if I pleased.”
“Oh, could you?” This was fun. I’d never had this much enjoyment in bed, and the defiance from both of us only continued to cause heat to pool.
“Easily. I am an obedient man by fault, Oren Valens, but do not mistake that for mindlessness.” His tongue lapped across his canine with promise.
“I will devour you if you stand there for another fucking second. You want me? Come and get me. Otherwise, get to running, because when I get my hands on you, I will make you forget your last name.”
I shuddered, his threat causing a moan to escape my lips. God, I was fucking hard, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. “Running is what I do best,” I answered, sliding the last material off of me and flinging it somewhere in the room.
“That’s my only warning,” he stated, his eyes taking their time to rake over every inch of my body. “If you wish to walk tomorrow, get the fuck over here and take me as you want.”
I contemplated it for the first time. To be taken by this man?
Fuck, I just might, but not today. I closed the distance, my lips finding his again.
This was feral, sinful, everything I’d been missing in my life, and I knew I’d be addicted after this.
There was no returning from this point, but was that what I wanted anymore?
No.
Right now, I wanted to fuck the living shit out of this man.
Groaning into my mouth, my very touch subdued him once more, the dominance he’d displayed withering to nothing.
His tongue met mine again, and he handed me the upper hand after sweeping between my molars and filling the back of my throat with his essence.
Slackening, his large frame fell back into the bed, a display of his willingness for me to do whatever I wished to him.
“Lube,” I muttered between kisses. “Where?” I couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could he as his hips bucked against mine every few seconds.
“Too prim and proper for spit?”
I groaned. “Fuck you for being this goddamn hot. Open.” I pressed two fingers to his lips.
He obeyed, but not as I anticipated. Opening his mouth, he flattened his tongue against my fingers, his honeyed gaze lifting to meet mine—nothing but submission prevalent within his stunning irises.
It was clear he was more than happy to follow my command, but he wanted something first… A mouthful of my saliva before he gave me his. I couldn’t deny this man anything as I spit into his mouth, swirling both his and mine together.
“Fucking crude asshole.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he closed it, swallowing the saliva I gifted him. “Thank you, sir.”
Yanking my fingers away, coated in a layer of our combined saliva, I shuffled down the bed. He was so goddamn tall, making it difficult to angle myself where he needed me the most.
I slapped his thigh, and he moved it, hiking it just enough for me to wedge myself between. A trail of drool dribbled from my lips, coating his entrance as I shoved both fingers in at the same time. I wasn’t one for ease as I lifted my gaze to his, a stupid, lazy smile on my face.
“Ah, fuck!” he cried out, his hands fisting the blanket as he immediately tightened around me. “S-Shit!”
If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve assumed it was too much, but the pre-cum littering his stomach told me otherwise.
“Oh, are you going to cum already?” I kept a steady pace, guiding my hand to his lower thigh. “I thought you were going to make me forget my last name?”
He looked down at me, lids fluttering and pupils blown out. “I-I— Shit, Oren.”
My fingers curled, and I smiled as his hips jerked. “It’s funny how men can be so cocky until you find that one spot.” I pressed again. “Does it feel fucking good, Graves? Worth the worship you promised me?”
“Y-Yes,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Oh, fuck yes.”
At his pleasure, I removed my fingers, licking both within his view. “Then fucking worship.”
“Tell me what you want,” he whined, clearly stumbling from the high I’d driven him to, desperate for more. “I’ll do anything you wish.”
“Anything?” I wrapped a hand around my cock, pressing it against his entrance, but not fully complying with his wishes just yet. “Praise me, and not the dumb, boring shit. You give me enough praise, and I’ll ram this cock like you want.”
“You’re perfect, in every definition of the word.
A man crafted of the highest regard, one of whom no one deserves, but I’m lucky enough to have.
” He bit his bottom lip. “And I want nothing more than to experience the righteousness of your cock. For you to fill me and fuck me until you are satisfied. I can take anything you give me, no matter what that—”
I thrusted, from tip to base, throwing my head back as the rest of his words were silenced. “Fuck. Fuck, Graves.”
My hands wrapped around his hips, digging hard enough to bruise the same color that remained on my chest.
With parted lips, his eyes rolled, his head slamming back into the bed as a guttural cry of pleasure escaped him—one I’d never heard another man release.
My pace quickened, unable to slow myself down from the high I was ebbing toward.
“You’re goddamn tight, Commander. A fucking dream.
” I licked my lips as I found his gaze, locking onto the honeyed hue.
That gaze… his gaze made me fucking whimper for the first time, and I didn’t even know I could make a sound like that.
“F-For you, only tight for you,” he mumbled, his bottom lip quivering as another wave of pleasure washed over him. “Fuck, I could listen to you sing for me for hours.”
He was talking about the unexpected noise that I’d made; he was praising me for it.
It edged me on further, another sound flooding the room as I fully succumbed to the pleasure. “This is what it’s like to get fucked by me, Thorne. Your whimpers, your groans—mine.” I’d never been obsessive, but I wanted him to be mine and mine alone.
His legs shook alongside my utterance, my possessiveness shoving him closer to his peak. “God, yes, please.”
“Fuck, I’m not… I can’t—” My nails poked his skin, my breathing coming in fast pants. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Fill me. Cum for me, please.” Throne begged, his own seed beginning to coat him.
“Shit.” I groaned, release flooding me as I pumped once, twice—until I pulled out to watch the evidence of what we’d done drip onto the sheets.
Swiping a finger, I collected some before setting it on my tongue, saliva and cum mixed as I positioned myself over him. Opening his lips, it dropped onto his tongue before sealing what we’d finished with a kiss.
As silence filled the space, and I nuzzled my face into his neck, my body draped over his, we worked to level our breathing. I hadn’t even noticed I’d started to slip into sleep from pleasurable exhaustion until his words rattled my senses.
“Fuck, Oren. I think I might…” he paused, hesitation lingering. As his utterance came, I pretended to be asleep, unsure how to respond. “I think I might be falling in love with you…”
And fuck, I wasn’t sure what to think, but I knew I’d never felt like this with someone before.