Blaze POV
The moment Dylan said Sasha was coming, I invited a friend over. Why the fuck not? All night he was holding her, kissing her gently like he wasn’t even sure how to do it properly. It looked awkward as hell.
Then the guys started shouting and whistling. When I looked up, Dylan was suddenly eating her fucking face. That was the last straw. I wasn’t in the mood anymore.
As soon as Dylan led her out of the main room, I pushed the guy off my lap and told him to go home. I’m fucked up, I know that, but using some random guy just to piss Dylan off? Yeah, that’s a new low even for me. What the fuck was I even thinking?
A door slams somewhere down the hall. I look up and see Sasha storming through the clubhouse, eyes red, face tight with anger.
“Well, that looks fun,” Ghost chuckles beside me.
“Don’t you have three babies waiting for your attention?” I mutter.
“Hey, I stayed up for the drama. This is prime drama. I’m good.” He smirks, clearly enjoying himself.
Titan steps right into Sasha’s path. “You good, princess?”
“Fine. Perfectly fucking fine,” she snaps, her voice loud and shaky. Titan wipes a tear from her cheek and pulls her into a hug. She actually lets him.
“Damn, I’m glad I stayed up for this,” Ghost laughs.
“Fuck… he can’t fuck her,” I mutter under my breath.
Ghost shrugs. “I think he can and he’s probably about to. Maybe you should go talk to your boy Dylan and sort it out.”
I glance from Titan, who’s now leading Sasha toward the bar, arm around her then back to the hallway. Fuck.
I stand up and head straight for the back rooms. I push open door after door until I find him in the third one. Dylan is sprawled out on the bed, completely naked, muttering to himself.
I step inside, close the door behind me, and turn the lock. The click sounds loud in the quiet room.
He jerks his head up fast and stares at me. “Leave me alone.”
“I can’t do that.” I walk closer to the bed.
“What do you want, Blaze?” he snaps.
“You, you fucking moron!” I growl.
He freezes for a second, then lets out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, not happening. I’m not—”
I move quickly, slamming my hand over his mouth to shut him up.
“You’re not gay? Let me tell you something, Little Rabbit.
Guys don’t usually agree to let another guy fuck them unless they’re at least a little bit gay.
And you let me fuck you. Hard. Fast. So fucking deep I carved myself inside you. ”
His eyes widen, his body quaking under my hand.
I’m not even going to mention Sasha and Titan right now.
I’m done with the games. I’m fucking him again tonight, purely because he’s still trying to lie and say he’s not gay.
I move down his body slowly, pressing open-mouthed kisses across his chest, tasting the salt on his skin. Dylan immediately tries to push me off, his smaller hands shoving at my shoulders, but I grab his wrists and pin them down hard against the mattress on either side of his head.
“Get off me, Blaze!” he snaps, voice strained.
“Make me,” I growl back, staring straight into his eyes.
I drag my tongue slowly down his stomach, feeling every twitch of his muscles, and then lower until I reach his cock. The second my tongue slides along the length of him, he lets out a broken groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he hardens instantly under my mouth.
“S-stop!”
The way he stutters goes straight to my dick. My own cock throbs painfully against my jeans.
“Again,” I murmur against his skin, voice low and dark. “Make. Me.”
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck him deep into my mouth in one smooth motion. His groan is louder this time, raw and desperate. When I pull off with a wet pop, his hips jerk up, chasing my mouth.
“I can’t do this,” he rasps, breathing hard.
I look up at him, still holding his wrists pinned.
“What the fuck are you so scared of, Dylan? Forget the whole ‘I’m not gay’ bullshit for a second.
What are you actually afraid of? You enjoyed it last night.
I took your virginity, and at your age that means something.
So tell me, what the hell are you so scared of that makes you keep fighting me? ”
His chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes wide and conflicted.
“Are your family super religious or something? Is that it?” I press. There has to be a real reason behind all this resistance.
“Maybe I just don’t want to be,” he spits out. “Maybe I’m not scared. Maybe I’m just fucking repulsed by the idea.”
I tilt my head and smirk. “Oh yeah? You looked so repulsed last night while I was buried balls-deep inside you, stretching you open and making you moan like a whore.” I lean down and drag my tongue slowly up the entire length of his cock again, watching it twitch.
“And you look really fucking repulsed right now too.”
He glares at me and bucks his hips hard, trying to throw me off. I pin him down even harder, my weight keeping him trapped beneath me.
“That little note you left me, ‘I’m not gay’, it doesn’t fool me for a second,” I tell him. “And Dylan? I’m fucking you again tonight.”
“Fuck you! You promised!” he snarls.
I laugh low and dark. “Oh, I did promise. And I had zero intention of keeping it. Not after the way you cried out for me, not after you were grinding back on my cock like you couldn’t get enough.
” I lean in closer, lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “And definitely not after that look on your face when I finally pulled out, like you’d lost something you didn’t want to let go of.
Like you wanted me to stay buried inside you all night. ”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the small bottle of lube, holding it up so he can see it.
“Get off me,” he growls. “You were just fucking someone else out there.”
“Oh no, if I was actually fucking him, the whole club would’ve heard it,” I say with a smirk. “Just like they’re going to hear me fucking you in a minute.”
I take his cock back into my mouth, sucking him deep and wet. He groans loudly, hips pushing up even as he tries to shove my head away. He’s fighting me with his words and hands, but his body is betraying him completely, thrusting deeper into my throat.
So fucking poetic.
I pull off just long enough to taunt him. “That’s it, Little Rabbit. Gag me while you pretend you hate every second of this.”
“Fuck you,” he snarls, but his hips slam up again, forcing his cock back into my mouth. I gag around him and he groans deep, his fingers tightening in my hair for a moment, holding me there instead of pushing me away.
Yeah… he is so not fucking gay.
I don’t fight the hunger anymore. I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking him slow and wet, swirling my tongue around the head every time I pull back.
Dylan’s thighs shake, his breathing ragged.
The moment I feel him start to throb and his hips start jerking desperately, I pull off with a filthy pop and smirk up at him.
“Yeah… I see it now,” I taunt, voice rough. “It’s so fucking repulsive, right?”
He glares at me, chest heaving, but his cock is leaking all over his stomach. I drag my tongue slowly up the entire length of him again, savoring the way he twitches and curses under his breath, before I sink back down and take him deep into my throat.
While I work him with my mouth, I pour lube over my fingers and tease his hole, circling the tight ring before pushing two fingers inside him.
Dylan groans loud, his hips lifting, forcing his cock further down my throat and gagging me in the process.
He’s not fighting this. Not really. He’s scared, terrified of what it means, even if he refuses to admit it.
I keep fingering him, curling and scissoring, stretching him open while I deliberately slow my mouth. I want him right on the edge. I want him desperate. I want to hear him fucking beg for it.
“B-Blaze… p-please…” The broken whimper finally slips out of him.
Fuck. My own cock throbs so hard it hurts.
I pull off his cock completely and smirk. “You’re begging me now? Damn, Little Rabbit. Keep doing that and I won’t be holding back anymore.”
He groans in frustration and tries to move, but I flip him onto his stomach in one quick motion and yank his hips up high, forcing him onto his knees with his face pressed into the pillow.
“S-stop!” he gasps.
I chuckle darkly. “No.”
I slam three fingers back into his ass at the same time as my other hand comes down hard on his ass cheek. The sharp crack echoes through the room. Dylan moans into the pillow, his whole body jolting.
“I want to see this ass red and burning from my hand,” I growl, spanking him again, harder this time. His skin blooms pink almost instantly. His cock leaks heavily onto the sheets beneath him. “Do you have a pain kink, Little Rabbit?”
I pull my fingers out, then immediately bring my hand down again while my other hand grabs his balls and squeezes them tight. He chokes on a sob, hips jerking forward, but he doesn’t try to pull away. If anything, he pushes back against my hand, chasing more.
“Is it just pain you get off on?” I lean over his back, whispering hotly against his ear as I spank him again. The sound is loud and obscene. “Or do you like everything? The degrading? Being used? Being treated like a desperate little slut who secretly loves getting his ass ruined?”
Dylan’s whole body trembles. Another broken moan escapes him as I keep spanking him, turning his pale skin a deep, angry red while my fingers push back inside him, fucking him roughly.
He’s not saying no anymore.
He’s not even pretending to fight.
He’s just taking it, moaning, leaking, and pushing back for more like the greedy little thing he really is.
I keep my fingers buried deep in his tight ass, slowly fucking him with them while I watch every single twitch and shiver of his smaller body. I add a third finger, stretching him wider, curling them deliberately against his prostate until his legs start shaking.
“Look at you,” I growl, voice low and cruel. “Already dripping like a desperate little slut and I’ve barely even started. You’re fucking pathetic, Dylan. One minute you’re crying about how you’re not gay, the next you’re pushing your ass back on my fingers like a cock-hungry whore.”
I slam my hand down hard on his already-red ass cheek again. The loud crack fills the room and he moans brokenly into the pillow, his hole clenching tight around my fingers.
“Yeah… that’s what I thought,” I laugh darkly. “You love the pain, don’t you? Your cock is leaking all over the sheets every time I spank you. Such a disgusting little pain slut.”
I twist my fingers deeper, rubbing relentlessly against that spot inside him until his hips start jerking uncontrollably. I keep the pace torturously slow, teasing him, never giving him enough to cum but never letting him come down either.
“Beg me,” I demand, spanking him again, harder. “Beg me like the needy little bitch you are. Tell me how badly you want my cock ruining this tight hole again.”
Dylan’s whole body trembles. A wrecked, humiliated whimper escapes him, but his hips keep rolling back, fucking himself on my fingers like he can’t stop. His cock is rock hard and drooling steadily onto the bed.
I lean over him, pressing my weight down on his back, my mouth right against his ear. “That’s it. Grind on my fingers like a desperate whore. You hate how much you love this, don’t you? You hate that your body betrays you every single time I touch you.”
I curl my fingers again, pressing hard and steady against his prostate while my other hand comes down in a sharp, stinging series of slaps across both cheeks. His ass is glowing red now, hot to the touch.
“F-fuck… Blaze—” His voice cracks.
“Yeah? You gonna cum just from my fingers again like the pathetic little virgin you are?” I mock him, speeding up just enough to drive him right to the edge before slowing right back down.
“You don’t get to cum until I say so. You’re going to lie here and take it like the dirty little cock sleeve you were meant to be. ”
Dylan moans loudly, the sound muffled by the pillow, but his hips never stop moving. He’s pushing back greedily onto my fingers, chasing every thrust, his leaking cock twitching wildly beneath him.
I smirk against his neck and bite down hard. “Good boy. Keep fucking yourself on my hand while you pretend you don’t love being degraded like this. We both know the truth now, don’t we, Little Rabbit?”
He’s completely lost in it moaning, shaking, ass red and marked by my hand, desperately riding my fingers like the needy, broken little slut he’s trying so hard not to be.
And I’m nowhere near done with him yet.