Blaze POV
I pull back and flip Dylan onto his stomach, my hands firm but careful on his hips. “Grab the headboard again.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His fingers instantly wrap tight around the metal bars like he needs something solid to hold onto.
I push his legs wider apart and drape my body over his, covering him completely. My cock slides between his cheeks as I line myself up, then I sink in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight heat that swallows me.
He groans long and low, trying to push back against me, but I’ve got him pinned beneath my weight.
There’s something about having him like this, small, trapped under me, and completely at my mercy, that makes my blood run hotter.
I’ve never wanted to ruin someone the way I want to ruin him. I know I’m a sadistic bastard, but Dylan brings it out in me like no one else. Every time he’s under me, I want to break him apart and put him back together again.
I settle deep inside him, feeling his ass clench and flutter around my cock. It takes everything in me not to pull back and slam into him. Instead, I grab his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks wider so I can push even deeper. He whines into the pillow, the sound muffled and needy.
My good hand slides up and wraps around his throat, pulling his head back just enough to arch his back. My damaged hand moves to his jaw, fingers pressing lightly between his lips. “You feel how fucking deep I am, baby?”
He tries to nod, but my grip keeps him from moving much. I roll my hips in slow, grinding circles, staying buried to the hilt. The head of my cock drags over his prostate again and again with every deliberate movement.
His body trembles underneath me, incoherent sounds spilling from his mouth, broken curses, desperate groans, little whimpers that go straight to my dick.
He’s falling apart so beautifully like this. I could pull out and fuck him hard, slamming into him until he’s screaming, but there’s something even hotter about keeping him full and grinding deep.
The way he’s whining and clenching around me, trying to push back but unable to escape my weight, is driving me crazy.
I keep the slow, devastating rhythm, rolling my hips and pressing right against that spot inside him over and over. My mouth brushes his ear, voice low and rough.
“That’s it… take every fucking inch. Feel how deep I’m buried in this tight little ass. You’re squeezing me so good, baby. Like you never want me to leave.”
Dylan lets out another wrecked moan, fingers gripping the headboard tighter as I continue grinding into him, slow and relentless. I want him to feel every single second of this. I want him to know exactly who he belongs to.
I keep grinding deep for a while longer, savoring the way Dylan’s body trembles and clenches around me with every slow roll of my hips. His sounds are getting needier, more desperate, little broken whimpers muffled against the pillow.
I can feel how close he is, the way his ass flutters and squeezes rhythmically around my cock, the way his thighs shake under me.
My pace starts to quicken without me meaning to.
The need to ruin him properly takes over.
I pull back further now, giving him more of my length with every thrust, then driving back in harder.
The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder as I start fucking him with more force, still keeping him pinned beneath me.
Dylan’s moans turn sharper, higher, almost panicked with pleasure. I know that sound. I feel it too, the sudden, violent clench of his hole around me, the way his whole body locks up for a second before he starts shaking hard.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against his ear, biting down on the side of his neck. “Cum for me. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
He cries out, loud and wrecked, as his orgasm hits him. His ass spasms wildly around me, pulsing and squeezing like it’s trying to milk me dry.
I keep thrusting through it, slower but deep, dragging out every second of his pleasure while he makes those beautiful, broken noises.
His body jerks underneath me, cock untouched and spilling all over the sheets.
I don’t stop.
The second his orgasm starts to fade, I pull back further and start fucking him harder, deeper, slamming into him with powerful strokes that make the bed creak.
I bite down on his shoulder, then nip at the back of his neck, leaving marks I know he’ll feel tomorrow. My hand slides off his throat and presses firmly between his shoulder blades, pinning him down harder into the mattress.
“Touch yourself,” I demand, voice rough and low. “Wrap that hand around your cock and stroke. You’re gonna cum again for me.”
Dylan whimpers, but he obeys, sliding one hand down to fist his spent cock. I can feel how sensitive he is from the way he jolts, but I don’t let up.
I keep pounding into him, hips snapping hard, burying myself as deep as I can with every thrust. My teeth find his shoulder again, biting down harder this time as I fuck him relentlessly.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, nipping at his ear. “This tight little ass was made for me. Listen to the way you’re moaning… you love getting destroyed like this, don’t you? Pinned down and used until you can’t think straight.”
He nods frantically against the pillow, stroking himself faster even though his body is clearly overwhelmed.
I bite along his neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of marks as I rail him, my hand pressing him harder into the bed between his shoulder blades. The position keeps him completely at my mercy, ass up, unable to do anything but take what I give him.
I can feel another orgasm building in him already. His hole is fluttering wildly around me again, his moans turning into constant, desperate cries. I thrust harder, angling to hit his prostate with every brutal stroke.
“Cum again,” I growl right against his ear, biting the shell of it. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock while you make a mess all over your hand. Do it, baby. Show me how much you love getting fucked like this.”
Dylan lets out a shattered moan, his whole body seizing up as he cums a second time. His ass clenches so tightly around me it almost pushes me over the edge.
I keep fucking him through it, hard and deep, teeth sinking into his shoulder as I chase my own release.
The feeling of him falling apart again, pinned under me and marked up, is too much.
With a low, guttural groan I slam in deep one last time and cum hard, flooding him with hot pulses as I grind against his ass, biting down on his neck to muffle the sound.
I stay buried inside him for a long moment afterward, breathing hard against his sweat-damp skin, my hand still pressing him into the mattress. I press soft kisses over the fresh bite marks I left, soothing them with my tongue while my cock twitches inside him.
“Mine,” I whisper against his shoulder, voice hoarse. “All fucking mine.”
My body drops down onto his, careful not to crush him completely. I stay buried inside him, softening slowly as I press a kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re coming back to the club with me. No fucking arguing.”
He lets out a soft, breathless laugh underneath me.
“I can’t exactly f-fight you o-on it right now.”
As much as I love hearing him stutter, it feels even better when it starts to ease up like this. Maybe this is all he needs sometimes, getting fucked so thoroughly that his head stops spinning long enough for him to breathe.
I shift slightly, still keeping him pinned under me, and press another lazy kiss to his shoulder. “So… I was meant to ask this before, but everything kept coming up and distracting me. I need you to agree to let me claim you. As far as the club is concerned.”
He groans immediately and tries to shove me off. I don’t budge.
“I’m not moving until you agree.”
“I’m not even sure if I’m g-g-gay.”
I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. “My cock is buried in your ass right now, Dylan. I think it’s pretty fucking clear you’re gay.”
He groans again, louder this time, and tries to elbow me. I grab his arm easily and pin it down to the bed.
“I j-just mean I n-need time to accept this part o-of me,” he mutters.
“You can have time,” I say, pressing my hips forward just enough to make him feel me still inside him. “At the club. With me. With me fucking you whenever I want. And with the club knowing I’ve claimed you.”
He stays quiet for a long moment, breathing slowly. Then he whispers, “I’m not sure.”
“That’s fine. But if I can’t say I’ve claimed you, then things change.”
His head turns slightly, trying to look at me. “W-what?”
“By club rules, if I haven’t claimed you, then you’re not mine.”
“I d-don’t understand.”
I sigh, resting my forehead against the back of his head. “It means if Titan or any other member who suddenly decides they’re interested tries something with you, I can’t stop them. I can’t tell the guys to leave you alone.”
“I w-wouldn’t do anything with Titan or the others,” he says quickly.
“I know you wouldn’t. But Titan will keep trying anyway. And it also means no more fucking you raw. I’d have to start using condoms because while you’re saying you won’t fuck anyone else, the club won’t allow the risk.”
“Fucking stupid c-club rules,” he grumbles, frustration clear in his voice.
“It also means I can’t use you as an excuse,” I continue, keeping my tone even.
“So if any of the guys I’ve fucked before show up, they’ll try to make moves on me.
Normally when a brother claims someone, it only takes a week or two before everyone knows he’s off limits.
So you need to be prepared to see shit like that. Even if I won’t act on any of it.”
I need him to really understand what he’s walking back into. This isn’t just visiting the club anymore. He’s going to be staying there. Living there. With me. And the club has rules, stupid, old-school rules that protect what’s claimed.