13. Brogan
There was always a little slice of Heaven to be found in the pits of Hell, and this right here was it.
Declan was treating my cock as if it was his favorite treat, and I wanted this moment to last forever.
None ever could, and before I came down his throat, I needed to release more of this pent-up frustration inside of me.
Deciding he’d spent enough time torturing me, I waited until his mouth went all the way down my cock again before I pressed down on his head and held him there. A low, guttural sound escaped from around Declan’s lips, and I nearly came from that alone. I needed more, though.
I released my hold to allow him to pull back up, then I pushed him back down again.
This continued for several minutes, and the slurping sounds of his mouth on my cock began to drown out the bitter thoughts that had consumed me all day.
For the first time in hours, I felt as if I could breathe.
Almost, because each time Declan swallowed down around my cock, I thrust harder into his mouth.
Eventually, I needed to give us both what we needed, so I fisted a swath of his hair, then held his head up enough to allow me to fuck his lips this time.
My lover held his mouth open without even having to be asked, and I began to fuck it hard and fast. He hummed once or twice around me, but most of the sounds were of the choking and gurgling variety as I made sure to hold his head in place every time he swallowed, sometimes for a few seconds more than he could handle.
He was drooling, and I could feel it dripping onto my upper thigh and groin. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long. The mattress beneath us squeaked each time I thrust hard into him. Soon his hands came down on my thighs, and I hissed at the pain from his fingers as he dug them into my legs.
“Make your cock hard, Declan. I’m not going to last,” I warned him.
I saw him slide one hand between his legs as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
He sifted slightly, then I felt his hand move as he moaned around my length.
Damn, the vibration alone made me shudder long and deep.
This man was my fucking lifeline. I didn’t deserve him, especially seeing as I was damaged goods, but he looked past all the broken parts and still foolishly thought he could make me whole.
And maybe he could because at times like this, all was right with the world.
Or maybe it was because the damn thing stopped spinning on its axis, and there was only Declan and me.
There were only the two eighteen-year-olds that gave in to a single forbidden kiss, and one that rocked our worlds off kilter.
Later, there had been another night, this time of passion, and I knew then and there that would never be anyone else for me.
Yet, all I did was hurt him. Whether it was with my need to carry on a legacy that had been tarnished for generations or making him an accomplice, no matter how willing he might be.
His teeth quickly clamped down on me, then he dragged them down my length. It brought me back to the present, and I slipped my hand from his head to his throat. “I’m about to come, so swallow every fucking drop, Declan.”
That groan of his was going to be my undoing, but the reality was that it had already been that.
This was simply a reminder. I thrust back into his mouth a final time and held his head there as all the bullshit of the day was erased in the blessed freedom of my release.
I came for what seemed like forever, even smirking as I felt Declan’s throat work overtime to catch it all.
Finally, my cock slid from his mouth with a wet pop, and he looked up at me.
There had never been a sexier sight than my man with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
And my eyes narrowed as I zeroed in on the glistening drop on his top lip.
As if he sensed where I had been looking, or he’d just wanted to save it for last, that wicked tongue of his came out, and he swiped it first across his top lip, then his bottom one.
I wanted to bite that full lip that was so naturally pouty.
Gripping him by the throat, I yanked him toward me, then slammed my mouth down on his.
The seconds our tongues dueled with the other, I could taste my release as it lingered on it.
Declan made me ravenous, and as he deepened the kiss, I reached between us to fist his hard cock.
And hard was an understatement. It was warm, thick, and so damn long that I couldn’t even stroke it with my fist easily.
I widened my grip, then moved it up and down his shaft the best that I could, eliciting a few more groans as he feasted on my tongue.
I wanted better access to him, but he still had pants on. Hell, he was fully dressed.
I ripped my mouth from his, and we both paused and listened to our heavy breathing as it mingled together in the air.
Remembering why I’d stopped, I began to tug at his shirt as I tried to raise it above his head.
As my hands struggled to move in tandem together, he finally rocked back on his heels, then tore the shirt down the center.
My mouth was now salivating at the sinewy muscle he revealed, and the splattering of dark ink peeking out behind the tattered edges of the fabric.
He discarded what was left of the shirt before rolling away from me just as I reached for him. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes before he walked unabashedly naked around the bed to the nightstand where I kept the lube.
My ass clenched, especially since I still remembered him deeply filling it well into the morning earlier today.
Declan wanted to take me right now, versus me taking him, and I would oblige him.
There was nothing I could deny my man, although I’d tried today to deny him the truth.
Well, not so much the truth, but the reality of what was our situation.
My mind returned to the present when I felt the bottle roll against my thigh. I looked over to see what he was doing, and a groan escaped when I noticed the cock rings he had in his hand when he turned back around and headed toward me.
I’d only had these used on me once or twice over the years, although Declan had used them more often.
They too were dropped onto the bed, and I watched him as he walked away once more.
What now? I was about to ask it aloud, but he grabbed a necktie from my tie rack in the closet.
I swallowed hard as my immediate future became clear.
Declan grinned at me as he climbed onto the bed and up my body.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered, even though I already knew.
“I’m going to let you prove once and for all that you truly trust me, Brogan. And you will remember it through the pain, the torment, and most of all, the pleasure. I’m going to fuck you until you ache everywhere… until you feel what I felt earlier today—”
“Declan,” I rasped, but he covered my mouth with his hand.
“And you won’t be able to do a damn thing. I want you helpless, baby. I want to fuck you, to hit that spot so deep inside of you that you’ll never be able to fully remove me.”
“I don’t want to—” I tried to say around his hand, but he shook his head.
“And once I come inside of your ass, I’m going to watch my cum as it drips out of you. Do you know what I’m going to do afterward?”
I had an idea, but the way he was so in control right now had me hard as hell. Declan was always sexy as fuck, but right now… he was on another level, and I knew I could get off on his threats alone, so I shook my head.
“I’m going to coat my hand in it, then I’m going to stroke your ringed cock until the only thing you feel is me. After, I’m going to let you deepthroat me before I come again in your ass.”
I felt the color drain from my cheeks and face as all the blood in my body raced down to my groin. My cock was a hard rod of steel. My man wanted to torture me tonight, but his touch alone was Heaven, so he could try his damnedest.
My lips curved in a smirk as I stared up at him. “Bring it, Declan. And if you don’t deliver, I’m going to tear your ass wide fucking open.”
He grinned, then dangled the necktie in front of me.
I swept the pillows off the bed in a fell sweep, then lay flat against the mattress and held my hands up.
My bed was a California King, and the headboard was a black iron design.
The various curves and lines of it allowed him plenty of spots in which to tie the necktie around before wrapping and knotting the other end around my combined wrists.
The smirk stayed on my face, even when he tested it out by flipping me over onto my front side. He delivered a hard strike to my ass, then flipped me over onto my back once more. The next few minutes were spent by him placing the two cock rings on me.
I hissed when he put the first one down at my base but had prepared myself better for the one near the tip. Heat bloomed in my cock, or more like fire. The longer the rings pinched my skin, the hotter the burn became. It was now an inferno, but I’d burn for Declan any day.
I closed my eyes as I tried to maintain my composure.
All I had to do was imagine that these rings were my lover’s hands, but that visual made my cock ache and burn more.
Seconds later, I did feel Declan’s touch.
He toyed with the tip for several seconds, applying firm enough pressure.
If I hadn’t been wearing those rings, I would’ve come all over his hand and this bed.
The feeling was incredible but alternated between bad and good. Edging was my thing, but usually when I was the one performing it versus being the recipient. A promise was a promise, though, so I just gritted my teeth as he moved his hand down my shaft.