Chapter 8 #2
“The amount of shit I’m going to have to wade through because you didn’t think before you acted.”
Neo clicks his tongue. “I thought very hard about it, like I said. The formula for that was quite hard to perfect. Took me hours.”
Acting on instinct, I bite down on his ear. He lets out a startled gasp that morphs quickly into a groan.
My monster rears up at the sound, the tether keeping me grounded slowly fraying.
“You’ve made my life fucking hard,” I say, and he wiggles against me some more.
“I’ve made you hard,” he says, and grinds against my erection. I don’t even bother to hide it. There’s no point.
Yes, yes. No point. Now take it. Take him.
I shouldn’t, and yet I hold him tighter, let him wiggle in my arms as I try to stop myself from doing something I may regret.
You won’t regret it. You’ll revel in it.
“Come on. Let me go,” he says, his voice hitching, his hands escaping their confines and curling around my neck. He shoves at me, but I hold on to him, unable to peel my palms from his shivering body.
I feel the press of his fingers against my neck, squeezing slightly.
Our eyes meet as we pull back slowly, and I see his lips part, small puffs of his bubblegum breath hitting my mouth.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks as I continue to stare at him. “Or are you still thinking about it?”
His fingers press a little harder, his forefinger digging into my frantic pulse.
“I mean, I don’t have all night. I’m very tired,” he says, arching his hips forward again and grinding against my aching cock.
My lashes flutter, and he lets out a surprised groan at my subtle reaction.
“For someone who wants me to let him go, you’re not doing a very good job of trying to escape.”
Neo licks his lips. “If I escape, will you chase me?”
I close my eyes briefly, trying to tell myself that I don’t want that. That the thought of chasing Neo through the house isn’t one of the fucking hottest ideas I’ve ever heard. “Not tonight.”
“Then maybe I don’t want to escape tonight.”
The unspoken promise lingers in the air. That one day he’ll run for me.
If I’m brave enough to chase him.
“What do you want, Neo?” There’s a husk to my voice that I’ve never heard before.
“Maybe you should punish me, you know? For being so bad?” he breathes, and grinds against me once more.
Yes. Yes. Punish him.
“Just like in your dreams,” he adds, and my mind conjures up a hundred different scenarios that I’ve imagined. The way he’s tormented me while I’ve slept.
It’s the only reason my hand slips up to his chin, cupping it, making his lips part even farther.
“Shut up,” I say, and his fingers flex against my neck.
“I can’t. I’m terrible at shutting up. I love to talk, especially when I’m nervous.”
“You, nervous? Ha,” I say, and my thumb brushes against his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing his teeth.
His eyes widen and then fall to half-mast.
My breath hitches as his tongue darts over my thumb.
“I can do so much with my mouth. If you let me, I can show you,” he says, and my entire hand moves over his lips to keep him quiet. It only serves to make him lap at my palm, wetting it.
Fuck.
Our eyes stay connected, and I feel his moan vibrate against my skin.
My tether frays a little more at the feel of him against me, the muffled sounds he’s making.
I want him to make those around my cock.
My fingers curl against his cheek, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
The sight of him. He’s…beautiful.
Utterly beautiful.
My other hand drags up his spine and twists around his hair—tight, unmoving.
He groans again, his hips thrusting against mine frantically. The friction, the sensation.
I let go of his mouth and shove him to his knees. He doesn’t even fight it, just falls, his hands landing on the waistband of my boxer briefs, tugging them down. I feel his knuckles drag down my thighs, my fingers winding around those blue strands of hair.
I shouldn’t.
And yet I do.
My cock appears, hard and dripping.
I pull him away, his neck arched up, his throat bobbing.
Neo moans, and I step forward, holding him stationary as I drag my precum across his mouth. My monster growls, and when his lips part, I loosen my hold on him and cup the back of his head.
Then I push my way inside, listening as he moans and gags around me.
And I don’t stop. I slide all the way down his throat, my monster gasping, my hands trembling. He swallows around me, his watering eyes meeting mine, hazy with lust.
I pull out slowly, feeling the drag of his tonsils and tongue against my hard length.
I should stop now, call it a one-off, but instead, I just bring his mouth back onto me, watching as his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“This shut you up,” I mutter, and he hums under his breath as I push down his throat again.
Fuck, the feel of him. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but I do.
I don’t want to miss a second of this.
His nostrils flare, his mouth drooling as I hold myself there before pulling free, letting him inhale deeply before doing it all over again.
A slow, methodical fucking.
He doesn’t do anything but take it, his hands on his thighs, his lips stretched wide, his eyes fluttering open and shut.
“Look at me,” I say, my voice low. “Look at me,” I say as I thrust into him a little rougher.
His eyes are wet when they meet mine, and I see the satisfaction on his face.
“Yes, good boy.”
Neo moans, and he inhales through his nose, a whine slipping from his throat as I continue to fuck it.
This is the most obedient he’s ever been.
This is the freest I’ve felt in a while.
Maybe ever.
My monster uncaged, my base needs being taken care of.
I cup his head with both my hands and fuck into his tight, wet mouth, his moans music to my ears, the shudders of his body moving through me. The sensation slides up my thighs and into my groin, tightening around my balls.
They pulse, and I feel my orgasm rushing toward me.
My body tenses, my nails digging into his scalp as I thrust into him over and over, listening as he gurgles and groans.
And as I empty myself into his stomach, my monster exhales.
But it’s not ready to be caged again.
It revolts at the thought.
I hold my cock in his mouth, watching as my release drips from his spread lips.
MineMineMine.
He swallows, his lashes fluttering. But he doesn’t move, just holds my dick, mouthing it, his tongue sliding up and down the underside of me.
“When I pull out, you’re not going to say a fucking word,” I finally say, and he blinks up at me. “Nod.”
He does and then rolls his eyes.
There’s a primal pulse in my chest. Even with him obeying me, he’s finding a way to play the brat.
I fucking love it.
I drag my cock out of his mouth, watching as he licks his swollen lips, not moving from where I put him.
Our eyes meet, but he doesn’t say a word, just obeys.
“Touch yourself.” I put my cock back in my boxer briefs, feeling the zing of my orgasm lingering on my skin.
He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head.
“You’re refusing me?” I ask, and he glances down, his eyes staring at his crotch. I follow his gaze and see the wet stain on the front of him. My monster roars inside of me.
I made him come hands-free.
I made him come just from fucking his face.
He liked it.
“I see.”
He rolls his eyes again, and I reach down, hauling him up.
His cheeks are flushed, his chin wet, his lips a pretty pink.
I stare at him, and I find myself slowly restraining myself. I can’t do that again, even if I want to.
Even if I liked it too.
“Can I talk now?” he asks, his voice rasping. My fingers flex against his biceps, and before I can nod, he adds, “You can shut me up like that anytime. I liked it.”
“That cannot happen again,” I say, wrestling my monster back into its cage.
“I mean, it totally can.”
“It won’t.”
He rolls his eyes again and then shrugs. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”
That makes my teeth grind slightly.
Why must he always be so obstinate? Why must he always push?
Because you like it. You like to play. Let us out to play…
I take a step back and force my eyes not to trace that wrecked mouth, those bright eyes.
“Leave,” I say, and he sighs loudly, stepping toward me before veering to the right and heading for the door.
“See you tomorrow, boss,” he says, and then, without a backward glance, he leaves me alone in my room.
My monster rolls his eyes. I imagine Neo is probably doing the same at this very moment.
What the fuck am I going to do now?