Chapter 9
William
M y eyes snapped open when I heard Chet whimper in his sleep.
I quickly rolled over onto my side, my arm curling around him.
His skin was damp with sweat, and he was trembling despite the heat rolling off his body.
When he whimpered, “No,” I clenched my jaw and curled my body around his, squeezing my arm beneath him so I could crush him against me.
I didn’t try to wake him. I just held him tightly and waited for his subconscious mind to recognize me. And slowly, it did, the trembling easing and his skin slowly beginning to cool. I pressed my lips to his shoulder blade, letting them linger for a moment before I shut my eyes again.
Come morning, he wouldn’t remember he’d had a nightmare or a flashback, and I chose to leave it that way.
When he remembered, or even if he didn’t but I made him aware, it left him hollow and bleak for hours because for some fucking reason, he was of the mindset that he should be over what happened to him as a kid.
So, I kept my mouth shut, and for the most part, he remained oblivious.
Was it wrong of me to? Probably. But I would always do what was best for him, and sometimes, that meant hiding things like this so his mental well-being stayed intact.
Soft lips met the tip of my cock, and then, Chet’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around me, slowly sliding further and further down until his nose was buried in my pubes.
My eyelids peeled open, and I groaned, widening my thighs for him, my fingers sliding in his hair.
He glanced up at me from beneath long, dark lashes, the look both somehow coy and innocent—coy because he knew what he was doing to me and innocent because he was seeking my approval, even though he knew he could never do anything to me I wouldn’t fucking like.
“So pretty, baby,” I rasped, my voice low and husky with sleep. “You suck my cock so well .”
He groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut before he opened them again, locking those dark eyes on mine again.
Then, he began to bob his head. Despite wanting to fuck up into his throat, I remained still, letting him take his time and work me over.
Sometimes, that was one of his best rewards.
He loved knowing he could get me off without any assistance from me.
And fuck , he was so damn good at it.
I groaned when he flattened his tongue along the underside of my cock, my neck arching. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.” I scraped my fingernails along his scalp, and I swear to fuck, he practically purred, his throat vibrating around my length. “I love how you look when you’re worshiping me.”
He doubled down then, like my praise urged him on.
My fingers tightened in his hair, and I couldn’t help the moan that crawled up my throat even if I wanted.
Growling, I pulled him up and off of me before lurching forward, shoving him onto his back.
He sucked in a sharp breath, then moaned when I slipped my fingers between his cheeks and found his hole already slick and loose, ready for me. I smirked at him, my brows arching.
“Eager this morning?” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him.
He nodded. “ Please , sir.”
Goddamn, he begged so prettily .
I growled and pinned his wrists above his head.
“Keep them there.” I wasn’t patient enough to grab cuffs or rope to tie him up.
My cock was achingly hard, and I was desperate to be inside of him.
Shoving his head up and to the side, I leaned in, attacking his neck, nipping and sometimes biting at his more tender spots, marking him for all the world to see.
He was mine , and I was feral in my fucking obsession for him.
He groaned, his heels digging into the mattress so he could grind his leaking cock against mine.
I huffed a laugh, then leaned back, admiring my handiwork on his neck.
He looked like he’d been mauled. Reaching out, I traced the bruises and bites with my finger, smearing crimson in the places I’d drawn blood.
“Christ, I can’t get over how good you look when you’re marked by me,” I rasped.
His pupils blew wide at my words, and he whined . “ Please , sir,” he pleaded, his cheeks flushed beneath his tanned skin. “I need ?—”
I plunged three fingers into his hole. His back bowed off the bed, and he sobbed , grinding down on my fingers.
I hummed and leaned down, biting his hip hard enough to draw blood just as I stroked my fingers over that sweet spot inside of him.
A wicked grin pulled at my lips when he shattered, his cum spurting over his abs.
Pulling my fingers out of him, I slid my cock inside, then covered his body with mine so I could take his mouth in a hot kiss.
“Can I touch you?” he pleaded. “Please. Please, sir.”
I nuzzled his neck, smearing his blood along my nose and chin. “Yeah, baby.”
His arms and legs quickly wound around me, and he clung to me as I moved in and out of him, marking his chest, shoulders, and collarbone as I did so, all while listening to every sweet, needy sound that ripped from his throat.
“I need you to come again, baby,” I rumbled. I was so fucking close, but I needed to feel him come while I was sheathed inside of him. “Give it to me. Come on, baby?—”
He cried out, burying his face against my shoulder as he came a second time, though not as much. Groaning, I sank my teeth into his collarbone and spilled inside of him, marking him as mine there, too.