Chapter 11 #3
"This is what captivity feels like," I growl, fucking him hard and fast. "Being owned so completely you can't breathe without my permission."
“I want it,” he pants.
I slow my movements, not wanting this to end so soon, and whisper over his mouth.
"I want you on top."
His eyes widen slightly, but he obeys. I remove myself from his body and move up the bed and lie back against the pillows, my cock standing rigid between us, shining with lube.
"Straddle me and take what you need."
He crawls up the bed and straddles me, before positioning himself. His thighs tremble as he reaches down, gripping my cock to guide it to his entrance. Then he begins to lower himself. Slowly. So fucking slowly that I’m close to losing my mind.
The head of my cock breaches him, and he sinks down inch by inch, his face a study of concentration and overwhelming sensation.
"That's it," I pant, my hands exploring all of his soft, bare skin. "Take all of me." Which he does as his ass meets my hips, and he's fully seated, impaled on my cock, stretched and filled. His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving and its the hottest fucking sight.
"Fuck, you feel huge, like you're splitting me open," he pants and sweat beads across his forehead.
"You can take it, baby. My dick was made for you.”
He moans loudly as he starts to move. Lifting himself up until just the head remains inside, then sinking back down. The drag of his body along my shaft is exquisite, so tight and warm. I can feel every muscle tighten around me.
"Look at you," I say, my voice low and raspy. "Riding me, using me for your pleasure."
His cock bobs between us, stiff and leaking like a faucet. He braces his hands on my chest, finally finding his rhythm. Up and down, his body rising and falling in a steady cadence that makes my breath catch.
The scent of him surrounds me, pure sex and sweat. His skin glistens in the low light, showcasing his muscles, flexing with each movement. His face is open, vulnerable, lost in extreme pleasure.
"Faster," I tell him.
Like always, he does as he is told, increasing his pace. The wet sounds grow louder, the slap of skin, the slick slide of my cock disappearing into his body again and again. His breathing becomes gasps, punctuated by erotic soft moans.
I watch his body and how it takes me, his thighs straining, his ass clenching around my length. I watch the way his cock throbs with each downward thrust, the way his nipples have hardened into tight peaks.
"You're so fucking tight," I growl, as I lean up and take his nipple into my mouth, sucking on it as hard as I can as he whines loudly.
"Noah…" He says, pleading with me.
I hold onto his waist and guide his movements, controlling the angle and speed, determined to hit that spot inside him that makes him go crazy.
"That's it," I encourage. "Ride me harder, show me how much you need this."
And he does, his movements becoming frantic. His cock slaps against his stomach with each bounce, leaving trails of precome on his skin. I lay back down and watch the muscles in his abdomen flex and release, his entire body engaged in the act of riding me.
"Touch yourself," I say. "I want to watch you get off while you fuck yourself on me."
His hand wraps around his length immediately, and he gasps at the contact, throwing his head back, lost in the moment. He strokes himself in time with his movements, up and down, chasing the ultimate goal of orgasm heaven.
"Yes…fuck…yes…" The words spill from his lips, broken and desperate.
I thrust up to meet him, changing the angle and he cries out, his free hand clutching at my shoulder for balance.
"You're going to come like this," I tell him. "You're going to come with my cock buried inside you, with your hand on yourself, thinking about what we are."
"What are we?" he whimpers, his eyes on me, unfocused and dopey, too lost in what he is feeling.
"A killer and his husband. A psychopath and the only person who truly sees him."
"I'm…I'm close…"
"Then come for me, baby,” I say, as I grab his throat.
His rhythm falters, becoming erratic. His hand moves faster on his cock, his body clenching around me with increasing intensity. The sounds he makes are raw and unfiltered, only gasps and moans and my name repeated like a prayer.
"Noah…Noah…fuck…Noah…"
Then his body strains, tensing as he cums with a broken cry. His cock pulses in his hand, spilling over his fingers, and onto my stomach. His ass clamps down on me like a vice, and the sensation is mindblowing.
My hands squeeze his ass until my fingers hurt as I thrust up into him…once, twice, three times, and then I'm coming too, emptying myself deep inside him, flooding him. He collapses on top of me, burying his face into my neck and we lay there for what feels like hours.
"You're never leaving this world," I say into his ear, before running my hand through his sweaty hair.
“I don’t want to leave,” he mumbles, as he drifts into sleep. I move him over to his side and release him. While he sleeps, I get out of the bed and move over to the window, looking out at the city.
Everything is exactly as it should be.