8. Declan
There was a certain look in Brogan’s eyes. I didn’t just want to bring his pent-up emotions out of him, but I wanted to make him lose all control. And he was close. As his dark eyes turned even blacker, I smirked at him.
“That’s it, baby. Get rough with me,” I urged.
This time, he returned my smirk. “You want rough, Declan?” His mouth came down on mine, stopping me from answering him, but before I could slip my tongue back into his mouth, he pulled back. “You want me to split your tight hole open?”
“Yes… fuck, Brogan.”
His mouth came back down on mine as he wrapped one hand around my own cock.
I’d been hard as hell since it had been wedged between his cheeks minutes earlier.
Now, the rough way he was jerking it had me rock hard.
Well, if that was what you could call what he was doing.
It was more of a hard, tight pulling, and each tug had fire racing up my balls.
The way this man could so easily make me come. In the past when I’d been with women, I’d always needed penetration, but not with Brogan. His touch was all I needed. And he knew it. I was such a slut for this man and a shameless one at that.
There was no need to be coy. We’d known each other forever, and we’d been together romantically since college. Almost an entire decade spent getting each other off. I knew what he needed when he needed it, and he knew the same when it came to me.
Right now, this was all about him. Tonight was all for him. “God,” I grunted as he tugged hard but held it taut. His other hand moved lower to my balls, and the moment he rolled them around in his hand, he released my cock, and it slapped against my abs.
I closed my eyes as he focused all his attention on my balls until my cum shot from the tip of my cock and was now coating my stomach. When I felt him drag a finger through the stickiness, I raised my lashes and watched him bring it to his mouth.
“You always come so good for me, baby. And you always taste so good too.” Brogan then leaned in, and I moaned… Fuck, it felt so good as he dragged his tongue through my cum, then grabbed me by the throat. “Now open your fucking mouth so you can taste why you’re my favorite flavor.”
As soon as my lips parted, he slammed his mouth over mine. His tongue, which was covered in my release, wrapped around mine, and while he wanted me to play the submissive role right now, I needed to make him fight for it, so my tongue began to duel with his.
His grip on my neck tightened, but I paid it no mind as I bit at his tongue and lips. Meanwhile, I slid my hands up and down his chest, feeling every rock-hard muscle bunch under my palms.
This man was sex on a stick—a literal God in and out of the sheets—and he was all mine. I nipped a bit harder on his lip as possessiveness filled me.
“Fuck, Declan. I need to be inside of you,” he finally rasped.
“Yes, please,” I urged.
“The lube. I need to go get—”
“No,” I said hurriedly. “Use my cum.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Promises, promises,” I taunted, causing his eyes to darken and narrow more at the same time. There was an angry tick in his jaw, and I knew it was because I was questioning his dominance. He growled in warning.
Yes, baby. That’s it. Get mad.
Seconds later, he spun me around, and I was now pressed face-first into the tiled wall again. Brogan brought one of his hands around me, and I could feel my own muscles twitch beneath the pads of his long fingers as he collected my cum on them.
He brought those long digits to my ass, and I raised one of my legs onto the shower bench to open myself up more for him.
A groan or two escaped as he worked the first two fingers, then a third and lastly a fourth one, into me.
He stretched me with them, and I could’ve come off that alone, but I didn’t.
“You’re so tight. It’s going to hurt so damn bad,” he warned me.
“Don’t talk about it, Brogan. Be about it.”
“Goddamn,” he said before he lined his cock up, then thrust to the hilt.
My body lurched forward as much as it could, and I could feel pain on the side of my face as he pressed my head harder into the tile. But that wasn’t what had me about to moan once more. Brogan pulled out most of the way, then slammed back inside of me.
From there, he drove into me like a man possessed. He was stretching and tearing me just as he’d promised, but each time his thick shaft hit my prostate, I had to remember not to come yet. The fullness was painful in a way, but so damn good in other ways.
“Your ass was made for my cock,” he said to me.
And it was. Just like his ass was made for mine. While there were times when I enjoyed topping, nothing beat the frenzied pounding of his cock as he slammed into me. My legs shook with each thrust.
Heaven on fucking Earth.
“Brogan, baby, I’m going to come,” I warned him, but before I could grab my own cock, he took it back into his hands.
“You’ll fucking come when I tell you that you can.” Fuck, yes. “You’re going to take every inch of my dick until you can barely stand.”
I was nearly at that point, but I pressed my hands out in front of me and kept my palms against the wet tile as he grew more feral.
I could feel his teeth on the back of my neck as he leaned in and attacked me with his mouth.
His hand was still roughly squeezing my cock, so much so that if he tightened his hold anymore, he’d likely cut the circulation off.
Still, I pushed my ass out to meet his every hard thrust.
“You’re not supposed to feel so fucking good, Declan. Your ass is swallowing my cock like a good little slut. I should be getting punished right now, but being balls deep inside is a reward instead.”
“Take all that you need, but remember you deserve this… and me. We deserve this.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned as he drew the word out.
My head jerked back, as did my body, as he yanked me against him.
When he did, it changed the angle of penetration, and to one where the pleasure turned more to pain.
I felt every inch of his long, thick shaft, but also a lightheadedness when he swelled inside of me while still battering that spot inside of me.
His hand started to move, and I bit my lip as my eyes rolled into my head. I needed something to do with my hands, so I threw one up over my head to grip his neck while the other wrapped around his side.
My fingers dug into his flesh, earning myself a hard smack to the side of my ass as he released my throat.
From there, he untangled my hands from him, then pushed me down onto the bench.
My hands hit the hard surface, and I had no time to acclimate to this new angle as he dug his long fingers painfully into my hips, then drove into my ass harder and faster than before.
Our simultaneous groans pierced the air, along with a slew of incoherent curses as he drew closer to his own orgasm. And to his own downfall.
I felt him throb with every inch he swelled. He was still fucking me like a man possessed, though, and I wiggled my ass once or twice, knowing he hated when I did so. I earned a few more hard slaps, which made me groan. Each time I did, I tightened down on him.
This push and pull continued for several more minutes until I was sure that I’d have trouble sitting tomorrow after this hard of a pounding. Brogan needed this, though. He needed to let go of all the bullshit tying him down.
And in a flash, I was pulled back into a standing position, and Brogan attacked my earlobe with his teeth.
“This ass is fucking mine.” A shiver raced down my spine as he rasped more deeply into my ear.
“Your orgasm is mine.” I groaned and brought my hand to my cock.
It was weeping with precum, and it would only take a few strokes to get me off. “Give it to me.”
“Fuck, baby,” I hissed between my teeth as his hand covered mine, and he started to jerk me off as I had done a short while ago to him.
The moment my orgasm exploded, coating our hands, he slammed into me a final time, and I felt the warm jets of his own cum in my ass.
“Damn… damn… damn…” I said repeatedly as we both came down from our combined high.
We stayed like that for several minutes.
I loved these moments spent in his arms where time seemed to stand still.
When nothing else could be heard or felt outside of our own heavy breathing and when he was still inside of me, filling more than my ass.
Never had I ever imagined that it would feel so empowering to be in this position, but with Brogan, it was the most natural thing in the world.
With all great moments, though, they often came to an end. Brogan slowly pulled out, then tucked some of the cum leaking from my ass back inside of me. “We should get washed up so we can go check on Enslee.”
At the mention of the girl, I released a long, shuddering breath.
Reality always seemed to hit, and like a bitch.
I moved away from him, and we spent the next several minutes washing up before getting out of the shower.
Once dressed in pairs of sweats, we walked to her room to find her sleeping as peacefully as she was when we’d first left earlier.
“There’s not much we can do tonight. Let’s go to bed,” I told him.
He gave me a slight nod, then followed me back down the hallway.
A few minutes later, he was lying on his back as I perched myself onto my side.
I was about to ask him what he was thinking as he stared pensively up at the ceiling, but my cell phone started to ring.
I knew who it was, so I rolled over to grab my cell from the nightstand.
I talked to my investigator for several minutes, once or twice holding up my hand to silence Brogan.
After the man assured me he would email me everything he’d told me, I hung up and returned to the position I was in before the call.