Dylan POV
I shouldn’t agree. I shouldn’t go back to the club with him. The thought loops in my head like a warning I can’t silence.
I don’t want to be another weakness he has to carry, another target for people to use against him. He deserves someone stronger, someone like Titan who can stand beside him without dragging him down. But arguing with Blaze right now feels pointless.
He’s made up his mind, and deep down a selfish part of me doesn’t want to fight him anyway. I just hope he understands how bad this will look to the other clubs.
Those heavy thoughts scatter the second he flips us, putting me on top. His eyes darken as they drop, and I follow his gaze down to where his hand is slowly stroking his cock. My mouth goes dry.
“Get it wet for me baby, then I’ll fuck you.”
He pushes me down gently but firmly. My body obeys before my brain can catch up, sliding lower until his cock is right in front of my face.
He watches me the entire time, intense and focused, like he’s memorizing every second. I lean in, dragging my tongue slowly along his length.
The taste of him, the heat, the way he twitches under my tongue, it makes my own cock throb painfully against the sheets.
His hand leaves his cock and fists into my hair instead. “Tease first before you put it in your mouth.”
A low moan slips out of me as I obey, licking along his cock again, slower this time, savoring the way his breath hitches.
I catch the bead of pre-cum at the tip with my tongue and he groans deep in his chest, fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain. It sends a rush of heat through me.
I drag my tongue down his length once more, teasing, tasting, losing myself in the feeling of him under my mouth.
My own cock is rock hard and leaking onto the bed beneath me, aching for any kind of relief, but I don’t touch it. I know the rules by now. I don’t get to touch myself unless he says so.
Right now all I want is to make him feel good, to drown out the mess in my head with the sounds he makes and the way he’s looking at me like I’m still worth something.
“That’s it… look at you, already so fucking eager with that pretty tongue. Keep teasing me, baby. Show me how badly you want this cock.”
I moan softly against his skin and drag my tongue along the underside again, slower this time, tracing every vein, swirling around the head before licking back down.
His cock twitches hard under my attention and another bead of pre-cum leaks out. I lap it up, savoring the salty taste, my own cock aching and dripping steadily onto the sheets.
“Fuck… such a needy little thing,” he murmurs, voice rough but still careful, like he’s watching me closely. “You love being on your knees for me, don’t you? Even when you’re falling apart, this is what you want.”
I nod as best as I can with his hand in my hair, cheeks burning. The humiliation sends heat rushing through me, but it’s the good kind, the kind that makes me feel wanted instead of worthless. I tease him a little longer, licking and kissing along his length until he’s breathing heavier.
“Open,” he says, the word low and rough.
I part my lips and he guides me down. I take him into my mouth slowly at first, sucking on the head, tongue swirling. He groans, hips twitching like he’s fighting the urge to thrust.
I push deeper, taking more of him, and when he hits the back of my throat I gag softly around him.
“Easy,” he breathes, stroking my hair even as his voice stays filthy. “That’s my good boy… choking on my cock like you need it to breathe. Look at you, so desperate and sloppy already.”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. I pull back a little, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, before sliding back down again, taking him deeper.
My eyes water but I don’t stop, losing myself in the stretch of my mouth, the weight on my tongue, and the low, praising degradation falling from his lips.
Blaze’s hand stays gentle in my hair even while his words get dirtier, like he’s balancing the two sides of what I need right now. And fuck… I do need it. All of it.
His hips start rocking up, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth with every thrust.
I gag around him each time he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t pull away. If anything, I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks, desperate to hear more of those low, broken groans spilling from his lips.
The sounds he makes—raw and filthy—go straight to my cock.
I’m so fucking hard it hurts, leaking all over the sheets. My hand twitches, temptation burning through me to wrap my fingers around myself and stroke, but before I can give in, Blaze flips us again with that effortless strength I love.
He drags me up under his body like I weigh nothing. I fucking love the way he manhandles me, moving me exactly where he wants without asking.
His mouth crashes against mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips, claiming me, swirling and stroking against mine. I kiss him back just as desperately, moaning into his mouth as our tongues slide together.
He grabs both my wrists and yanks them up. “Hold onto the fucking headboard,” he growls against my lips. “Don’t let go, or I’ll tie them down.”
I wrap my fingers tightly around the cool metal bars, gripping hard. I won’t let go. His hand moves to my throat, wrapping around it with just enough pressure to make my pulse race.
He pulls back enough to look at me, eyes dark and intense. His other hand reaches down, and I watch, breath caught, as he guides the head of his cock against my hole.
His gaze stays locked on where our bodies meet. The hungry, almost possessive look on his face makes my cock twitch hard against my stomach.
I feel the stretch the second he starts pushing in, that perfect burn I’ve missed so much. He sinks in halfway, then stops, smirking down at me like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Without warning, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
I cry out sharply, back arching off the bed. Fuck. I forgot how full he makes me feel, how completely he stretches and owns me. The overwhelming sensation of being so full of him leaves me gasping, trembling beneath him.
He pulls back nearly all the way out before thrusting in again. The stretch is so intense it steals my breath. Blaze fills me completely, thick and deep, and for a second all I can do is gasp, my body clenching around him like it’s trying to pull him even further inside.
He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me as he stays buried to the hilt, giving me just a moment to adjust.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, voice rough and filthy. “Look at you taking every inch like you were made for my cock. So fucking tight… like this greedy little hole missed me as much as I missed it.”
I moan helplessly, fingers white-knuckling the headboard. He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, then snaps his hips forward again, driving deep in one hard thrust. Pleasure shoots up my spine and I cry out, legs spreading wider for him on instinct.
“That’s it,” Blaze growls, starting a steady, punishing rhythm. “Let me hear you. Let the whole fucking hotel know who this ass belongs to.”
Every thrust is deep and deliberate, his hips snapping against me, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. I’m leaking steadily onto my stomach, cock twitching with every drag of his dick over that spot inside me.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, angling his hips to hit my prostate over and over until I’m shaking.
“B-blaze... fuck—” I choke out, the words breaking.
He leans down, one hand still wrapped around my throat, the other bracing beside my head as he fucks me harder. His mouth brushes my ear, voice low and dripping with heat.
“You’re not a weakness, Dylan. You’re my favorite fucking addiction. This tight, perfect hole? It’s mine. Every moan, every gag, every time you fall apart on my cock, it’s all mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, voice wrecked as he pounds into me. “Fuck, I’m yours.”
“Louder,” he demands, slamming in deep and grinding against me, his cock pressing right against my prostate. “Tell me who owns this ass while you’re dripping all over yourself like a desperate slut.”
I moan loudly, the degrading words lighting me up even as my face burns. “You own it, you own me—fuck, Blaze!”
He rewards me with a particularly hard thrust that makes my eyes roll back.
The pressure of his hand on my throat, the relentless drag of his cock inside me, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in his world, it’s overwhelming in the best way.
My cock is throbbing, untouched and leaking, begging for attention, but I keep my hands locked on the headboard like he told me to.
Blaze straightens up a little, gripping my hips with both hands now as he starts fucking me faster, deeper. The bed creaks under us with every powerful snap of his hips. Sweat glistens on his skin and I can’t stop staring at the way his muscles flex as he drives into me.
“Look at that pretty cock leaking for me,” he groans, eyes dropping to where I’m making a mess on my own stomach. “You’re so fucking close already, aren’t you? Gonna come just from getting your hole wrecked?”
I nod frantically, whimpering as another brutal thrust sends sparks through my entire body. “Please... I need—”
“Not yet,” he says, voice dark and commanding. “You come when I say. I want to feel this tight ass squeezing my cock when I fill you up first.”
He leans back down, capturing my mouth in a messy, desperate kiss as he keeps pounding into me.
I’m lost in him, the taste of his tongue, the burn in my thighs, the overwhelming fullness every time he buries himself deep.
Nothing else exists right now. Not my father, not the wedding, not the mess I’ve become. Just Blaze, and the way he’s fucking me like he’s claiming every broken piece of me.
And I let him. I give it all to him, moaning into his mouth as he fucks me harder, chasing that edge together.
He suddenly grips my hips and lifts them higher off the bed, tilting my lower body up at a sharp angle.
The change in position makes my eyes widen.
Only the thick head of his cock remains inside me now, stretching my rim obscenely.
I feel so exposed like this, ass up, legs spread wide, completely at his mercy.
“Hold your cock up for me,” he orders, voice low and rough. “Keep it off your stomach. I want to see it.”
My face burns with humiliation and arousal as I obey, wrapping a trembling hand around my aching length and lifting it. It throbs in my grip, flushed dark and leaking steadily. Blaze’s eyes darken as he stares down at me, a filthy smirk pulling at his lips.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. He leans forward, still keeping just the head of his cock inside me, and lets a long, thick string of spit slowly drip from his mouth. It lands right on the sensitive head of my cock, sliding down over my fingers. The warmth of it makes me whimper.
He doesn’t dive in right away. Instead, he watches the spit glisten on my skin for a moment, teasing me with the wait. Then he lowers his head and drags his tongue slowly over the tip, licking up the mixture of his spit and my pre-cum.
The sensation rips a broken moan out of me. At the same time, he rocks his hips forward, pushing just the fat head of his cock in and out of my hole in shallow, maddening thrusts.
“Fuck... Blaze—” I gasp, fingers tightening around my cock.
He sucks the head of my dick into his hot, wet mouth, tongue swirling around it as he continues those teasing little thrusts, only the head stretching me open over and over.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. Every time he pulls back, my hole clenches around nothing, desperate for more, only for him to push the head back in again while sucking harder.
“Look at you,” he groans around my cock, the vibration shooting pleasure through me. “Holding your dick up for me like a desperate little slut while I fuck just the tip of this greedy hole. You love being used like this, don’t you?”
I nod frantically, whimpering as he takes more of my length into his mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds.
His hips keep up that torturous rhythm, shallow thrusts that only give me the head of his thick cock, stretching my rim again and again without giving me the deep fullness I’m craving. It’s driving me insane.
He pulls off my cock with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting his lips to the head as he looks up at me with dark, hungry eyes.
“You’re dripping down my throat and clenching around my cock like you’re starving for it,” he says, voice wrecked. “Such a perfect little cumslut. You’d let me keep you like this for hours, wouldn’t you? Just the head stretching this tight hole while I play with your cock.”
I moan loudly, hips twitching uselessly in his grip. “Please… I need more—”
Blaze chuckles darkly and leans back down, sucking the head of my cock back into his mouth as he continues those maddeningly shallow thrusts.
The wet heat of his mouth combined with the constant stretch at my entrance has me shaking, overwhelmed with pleasure. My hand trembles around my shaft as I hold it up for him, completely lost to the way he’s owning every part of me.