Blaze POV
It’s been hours. I’ve fucked him raw, edged him until he’s shaking and sobbing, stopping every single time he gets close. Now the second I touch him he’s right there on the edge, trembling and desperate. I know I can’t drag this out any longer.
But fuck, I want to.
I shift my weight, planting my knees deeper into the mattress and pushing his legs up higher, spreading him wide open beneath me. The new angle lets me sink even deeper. I watch my thick cock disappear inside his wrecked, puffy hole with every slow thrust, stretching him obscenely around me.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl, my hand still wrapped tight around his throat, cutting off his air. “The way this tiny body takes my cock… like it was made for me.”
He tries to moan something but it comes out broken and unintelligible, his eyes glassy. He’s been gone for a while now. I slam forward hard and he gasps sharply, body jerking under me.
That’s it. No more holding back.
My hips start pistoning faster, driving into him with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as I fuck him like I own him. My grip on his throat tightens, choking him while I rail his hole deep and merciless.
“Keep those fucking eyes on me,” I snarl.
His eyelids flutter, but he forces them open, staring up at me with that wrecked, submissive look that drives me insane.
“Good fucking boy.”
The heat in my spine builds fast. I reach down and wrap my hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him hard and fast in time with my thrusts. His whole body seizes up instantly.
On the third stroke he breaks.
Dylan cries out, loud and broken, as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His cock pulses violently in my fist, shooting thick ropes of cum across his own chest, stomach, and over my hand. His hole clenches around me like a vice, milking my cock as he shakes and sobs through it.
“Fuck... that’s it,” I growl, still pounding into him. “You’re mine, Dylan. Fucking mine.”
The sight of him coming undone pushes me over the edge. Pleasure rips through me hard and I slam deep one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I start to cum. I snarl his name, hips grinding against his ass as I pump load after load of hot cum deep inside him, flooding his wrecked hole.
I stay buried deep inside him for a long moment, grinding slow and deep as the last pulses of my orgasm fade. Dylan is a complete wreck beneath me, chest covered in his own cum, face streaked with tears and spit, hole still clenching weakly around my cock.
I finally pull back slowly, watching intently as my thick cock slides out of him. The second I’m out, a thick trickle of my cum starts leaking from his ruined, puffy hole. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, look at that,” I murmur, voice rough. “My cum dripping out of your greedy little hole. This is exactly where it belongs.”
I reach down and scoop some of Dylan’s own cum off his chest with two fingers, gathering as much as I can.
I bring it lower and rub it messily against his leaking hole, mixing our loads together.
I spread his cheeks wider with my other hand, watching as the combined mess drips and smears over his red, abused skin.
“So fucking pretty like this,” I whisper, pushing two fingers inside him again, fucking our cum deeper into his body. “All sloppy and used. Marked up from the inside.”
Dylan whimpers weakly, too exhausted to do anything but tremble. I gather more of the mixed cum onto my fingers and bring them up to his mouth.
“Open.”
He obeys without hesitation, lips parting. I push my fingers inside, letting him taste both of us.
“Lick them clean, baby. Taste how good we are together.”
His tongue moves slowly, tired but obedient, licking every drop off my fingers while I watch him with dark satisfaction. I slide my fingers out, then push them back into his hole again, scooping more cum and feeding it to him once more.
“Good boy,” I praise softly.
I can’t resist any longer. I line my cock up and push back inside him slowly, sinking in deep in one smooth glide. He’s so slick with our combined cum that I slide in easily. A broken little sound escapes him as I bottom out.
I start fucking him with slow, gentle rolls of my hips, barely pulling out before sliding back in deep. My hand moves up to wrap loosely around his throat, not choking him hard, just holding him there, owning him.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper against his ear, still moving inside him. “So warm and tight and full of my cum. This perfect little hole was made for me.”
I keep the pace slow and deep, grinding against his prostate with every thrust. My thumb strokes along the side of his neck gently.
“Such a good boy for me tonight. Took everything I gave you like you were born for it. My desperate little slut… but only for me. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to ruin you.”
Dylan’s eyes are barely open now, heavy with exhaustion. His body is completely limp beneath me, soft little whimpers and moans falling from his lips with every slow thrust.
I lean down and kiss his temple, then his cheek, still rocking gently inside him.
“That’s it, baby. Just feel me. Feel how deep I am. How full you are.”
His breathing slowly evens out. His eyelids flutter closed completely. A few more slow thrusts and his body goes heavy, completely worn out. He’s fallen asleep with my cock still buried inside him, my hand resting possessively around his throat.
I stay there for a long time, just watching him sleep, buried deep where I belong.
A sound pulls me out of sleep, but I ignore it and drag Dylan tighter against me, keeping my cock buried deep inside his warm body. I cleaned us both up last night, wiped down the apartment, and put everything back in order after I destroyed it, and him.
I didn’t realize it was nearly four in the morning when he finally passed out, so I didn’t crawl into bed until almost five. I’m fucking exhausted.
The noise comes again. I groan and pull Dylan even closer, my arm locked around his smaller frame. My cock is still nestled inside him and I could happily stay like this forever.
Then the noise happens a third time, knocking, and I feel Dylan tense up hard. That wakes me up properly.
“Dylan?” A woman’s voice calls from the door.
He immediately starts pulling away from me. I let him go. He scrambles off the bed in a panic, eyes wide as the knocking gets louder.
“F-f-fuck!” he hisses.
“Dylan, I can’t find my key. Don’t make me search for it,” the woman calls again, sounding impatient.
He’s freaking out, breathing fast, completely spiraling.
“Calm down,” I whisper, sitting up.
“I-I-I-I—” His stutter is brutal, way worse than I’ve ever heard it.
I grab his face with both hands, trying to steady him. “Dylan, breathe.”
He jerks back, still stuttering badly. “Y-y-y—”
Shit. This is bad.
I pull on my jeans and shirt as fast as I can. “I’m guessing that’s your fiancée. It’s fine. I’ll say I got drunk, lost my keys, and you let me crash on the couch. Just throw something on and pretend you were asleep.”
He’s still frozen, mouth open, panic all over his face.
The sound of a key sliding into the lock snaps me into action. I shove him toward the bed. “Get in bed. Pretend to be asleep. Now.”
I rush out of the bedroom and drop onto the couch, closing my eyes and acting like I just woke up as the door opens.
I hear footsteps and muttering.
“Dylan!” she calls out sharply.
I sit up slowly, rubbing my face like I’m disoriented. The second she sees me her eyes go wide.
Fuck. She’s the senator’s daughter. Of course she is.
“Dylan!” she screams louder.
He finally stumbles out of the bedroom, still clearly panicking, eyes huge. He’s only wearing boxers and looks completely wrecked.
“Who the fuck is this?” she demands, gesturing at me with disgust written all over her face.
I give her an easy, lazy smile and stand up, reaching my hand out. “Hey, I’m Blaze. A friend of Dylan’s. I got way too drunk last night, lost my keys, and he let me crash on his couch. Sorry about that.”
She steps back, refusing to shake my hand, her eyes dragging over me with clear contempt. Yeah, I don’t exactly fit into her perfect little world.
She turns back to Dylan. “Are you going to speak?”
“I-i-i—” Dylan stutters badly, voice barely working.
I glare at him, trying to silently tell him to get it together.
“Y-you… I just woke up,” he finally manages, voice quiet and shaky. I hope she mistakes his panic for confusion or sleepiness.
This is going to be a fucking problem.
“I’m going to go,” I say flatly.
I don’t even look at her as I walk past. I can already feel how much worse my presence is making Dylan’s anxiety. The last thing he needs right now is me making it harder for him.
“Why are you near bikers?” her voice cuts through the room, loud and sharp, right as I reach the door.
“M-my dad needs me to be.”
I freeze with my hand on the handle. His dad?
Who the fuck is his dad?
I pull the door shut behind me without another word. I want answers, badly, but storming back in there right now would only make everything explode. I need to give him space.
It’s already midday. We slept most of the morning away. I head straight for the clubhouse, walk in, and jerk my chin at Echo.
“Need church.”
He nods. The others fall in behind us without question.
Once we’re all seated, Knox smirks at me. “What the fuck have you done now?”
“Nothing against the rules,” I mutter, then turn and look straight at Titan. “No bullshit. Truth. Would you actually fuck him?”
Ghost snorts. “Come on, Blaze. He was just fucking with you.”
Titan leans back in his chair, completely casual. “Yeah, I would.”
The whole table goes quiet.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Titan laughs. “You all know I’m a whore. He wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve fucked. I don’t do it often, but I do it.”
I drag a hand down my face. “I’ve got a confession then. I’ve fucked him. Multiple times. Raw.”
Echo mutters something under his breath and looks at Titan. “Truth. No fucking around.”
Titan shrugs. “Truth is, yeah. I’d fuck him.”
Echo sighs. “Cover up from now on. Blaze you got a free pass because we thought you was the only gay one here. Plus we all know Dylan was a virgin. Going forward, wrap it. On the off chance he ever lets Titan near him, keep shit safe.”
I glare at Titan. “Is this a fucking joke to you?”
Titan grins. “If it was a joke, I wouldn’t have had my tongue so far down his throat on the way to Sin that he forgot how to breathe.”
My entire body goes still.
Echo looks between us. “You’ve got two choices, Blaze. Make him yours… or cover up.”
“He’s fucking engaged,” I snap.
“And you already made your choice. You’re going to keep fucking him anyway. So make him understand, if he wants to keep it clean, he lets you claim him as far as the club is concerned.”
I nod, even though I know Dylan will never agree to that.
The meeting breaks up. I stop Echo before he leaves. “Let Knox deal with it for me. I’ve got a date and I’m already late.”
Echo walks off and Knox stays behind, closing the door.
I lean back against it. “His fiancée is the senator’s daughter.”
Knox lets out a low chuckle. “Fuck. From virgin who wouldn’t touch a woman to high-class political royalty. That’s a jump.”
“Knox… if this shit blows up—”
“The club takes the hit,” he says seriously. “We stand by our brother. But I suggest you find out why he’s so fixated on marrying a woman.”
“Echo and Titan already know,” I growl.
“Yeah, and Echo told me. But I’m not spilling. Dylan needs to let you in himself. Titan swore secrecy, and I’m not breaking that. You want the truth? Pay more attention when you’re at his place. Or follow him. Something tells me the answers are right in front of you.”
There’s nothing at his apartment. I already looked.
I push off the door, annoyed as hell. Now I’m supposed to start sneaking around, digging through his shit, maybe even tailing him just to figure out what the fuck is really going on with his family.
This is getting complicated and fast.