13. Brogan #2
Heat spread wherever he touched, and even the slight wisp of air from the overhead air conditioner sent fire racing from base to tip.
As if he knew I was close to fucking exploding right now, I let out a grunt as he flipped me over.
Scrambling onto my knees to alleviate any added pressure to my cock, I relished the feeling of his mouth on my ass.
Between his tongue and his fingers, I was close to begging him to just fuck me.
I had pride, but needing to give him what he wanted, I endured.
And fuck, it was torture not to be able to reach behind me to feel any part of him that I could touch or be able to take my own cock into my hand and alleviate the pulsating need inside of me, but most of all, it was humbling to be at the mercy of a man I knew wanted to punish me.
Only, he wanted to do so with pleasure instead of pain.
Has anyone ever died from coming too much at once?
If so, I have a feeling I’ll be knocking on death’s door soon.
And maybe sooner than I thought. He replaced his mouth with just his fingers and immediately thrust two inside of me raw. A bite of pain gripped me, but he went for the one spot he knew so well.
“Fuuuuuck,” I drawled out. “I never took you for a fucking sadist.”
His chuckle made me shiver. “I never took you for a whiner. All this begging and I haven’t even filled you with my cock yet. Save your curses, pleas, and prayers for that moment. You’ll need them.”
My hands balled into fists, and I tried to focus on the pain of my nails digging into my palms. The moment the warm lube dribbled between my ass cheeks, that thought disappeared to wherever my sanity had gone when I’d agreed to this asinine idea.
“Damn,” I cursed out when he reached under me and stroked my cock with one hand, while he worked four fingers inside of me with his other.
“Your ass is squeezing my fingers like a vise grip. If you’re that ready to come now off finger play alone, I can’t wait to see how tight you become as your ass swallows my cock.”
Fucking hell! I needed to have him repeat those words in this exact tone and record it for me, but not when I was tied up being tortured within an inch of my control.
I’d just come a few minutes ago when my cock had been in his wicked mouth, but I already felt as if I could come twice as hard again.
Declan finally removed his fingers, then lined his cock up at my entrance. “Admit that you were jealous earlier, Brogan.”
“I wasn’t,” I lied, because a part of me had been.
“Wrong answer,” he warned before thrusting fully to the hilt. As he did, my body lunged forward, and my cock was now pinned between the bed and me. “Admit it.”
I refused again and again, and each time, he did something else to torture me. By the sixth or seventh time he asked, I could barely breathe, much less lie. “Yes, partially.”
“Go on,” he urged as he slowed his pace, which might’ve been worse torment than slamming into me had been. “Why were you jealous when you know my cock belongs to only you?”
“Because you weren’t sitting on mine when she was in your arms.”
There, I’d admitted it. A weight had been lifted from atop me, but he rectified that literally as he pulled me into a face-down and ass-up position. From there, he shifted to where part of his body—and one that was all rock-hard muscle—was now pressing down onto me.
“You own my ass like I own yours,” he said emphatically. “And damn, you feel so good, baby. I could fuck you like this all night long.”
“Unless you want my life to… fuck… end… tonight, then… fuck… you’re killing me, Declan. Harder, goddammit.”
I thought he might slow down just to be spiteful, but he gripped my hips, then started to drive into my ass with long, measured thrusts.
Each time he did, he hit that one spot that made my cock swell more.
The pressure and feeling of fullness would only add to my orgasm, but holy fuck, I hoped I made it that long.
As it was, I could feel the trickle of my pre-cum as it dripped down my shaft and onto my balls. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a puddle underneath us on the damn sheets. Declan continued to say dirty things as he proved how content he was to just fuck me all night.
And I thought he very well might, but I felt his fingers dig deeper into my side moments before he orgasmed.
I felt the warmth of each spurt, including the way he swelled with each one.
This would be the time when I’d rapidly stroke myself, and as if he knew where my thoughts had gone, he reached under me and smacked my engorged cock instead, drawing a loud groan from me.
The pain and pleasure were a double-edged sword, and I had no idea which blade would cut me first. As he pulled out of me, he did collect some of his cum as promised, then he finally began to stroke my cock.
His hand moved at a steady pace, and each time he reached the top, he applied added pressure to the tip.
Then just like that, he moved off me, and I heard him in the bathroom.
I was still face down with my ass in the air, and a cock that throbbed with the slightest movement.
He must’ve just washed his cock because when he reappeared in front of me, he was now drying it.
As his words from earlier came rushing back, I shivered.
Fuck, it was more like a tremble. My fucking man could make me goddamn tremble.
He climbed back onto the bed and crawled over to me before flipping me over onto my back again. When he did, I glanced down at my cock, which was standing at full salute, and I noticed how red it was, and how his cum made it glisten from base to tip.
Declan cut off my view as he crawled up my body.
The moment he tapped my lips with his cock, they parted.
He thrust between them with as little mercy as he’d just taken my ass, and I let him fuck my mouth.
He wanted and needed this control, and I would deny him nothing.
Especially something like this, even if my cock did not agree.
It wasn’t long before he pulled out abruptly.
I was about to ask him why, but he picked back up the lube.
Assuming he would make good on his threat to fuck my ass again, I just watched him.
Instead of bringing it to my ass, though, he brought it to his.
I stared as he stretched his own hole and was practically salivating, knowing I was about to be balls deep inside of him instead.
Declan removed the rings from my cock, and I nearly came from that alone. Knowing what awaited me if I didn’t, I held onto the last thread of my control. I was rewarded for that effort the moment he sank down onto my cock, swallowing it whole with his ass.
“You were jealous that I wasn’t sitting on your cock,” he said to me, and I grinned.
“It’s my favorite way to take you. Now, fuck me because I won’t last much longer.”
“Actually,” he said as he leaned up over me and undid the bind on my wrists. “You fuck me because after feeling your throat constrict my cock, I won’t last much longer either.”
With full use of my hands, I touched Declan everywhere that I could as he rose and fell on my shaft.
On occasion, he would grind against me until we both groaned.
Finally, it became too much, and as he braced himself just above me, I started to thrust hard and fast into him until we both came together.
Afterward, he collapsed on the bed beside me, where we lay there in relative silence. “Jenni thinks Enslee fantasizes about threesomes.”
“No way,” I said, and after we both got cleaned up and returned to lying in one another’s arms, he relayed what she’d told him, which would only further our plan for her.