28. Not Even A Little
28
Not Even A Little
Clayton
R eaching up, Rocky threads one finger through my two silver chains and twists them around it, pulling my face down until his lips brush against mine. I flex my two fingers, still buried deep inside of him, and his mouth opens on a deep groan.
“That’s it, Baby. Let me hear you.” I move my fingers back and forth until he’s practically shaking beneath me, so close to the edge I’m desperate to push him over .
But not yet.
1 ?? “Clayton…”
“Hmmmm,” I moan in appreciation as my dick drags along the mattress between his legs. “There it is.”
His green eyes meet mine. “There what is?”
“My name. The way you say my name. It doesn’t matter if you’re pissed off, annoyed, or ready to come beneath me. Every time you say my name, it turns me on.”
Leaning forward, I bite the side of his neck as I apply pressure to his prostate. “Clayton,” he groans again.
“Yeah, Baby. Just like that.” I can feel the pre-cum that’s pooling on his stomach rub against my skin, so just as his entire body tightens, I slide my fingers from his ass, and the whimper that falls from his mouth has me nearly blowing on the spot. I bite and nip my way down his torso, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction at watching the purple marks bloom as I go, until my mouth reaches the pre-cum pooled at his naval.
With the head of his dick brushing against the bottom of my chin, I look up at him, his pupils blown with lust and his breath heaving in anticipation, and stick my tongue out. The moment it touches his stomach he fists the sheets at his side. I take my time licking up the cum, careful not to miss a single drop, savoring the way it tastes on my tongue.
“Clay… please…”
“I want to come. Please make me come. ”
I run my tongue down the length of his shaft and he sucks in a deep breath. “You want to come for me?”
“Fuck yes.”
Knowing he’s ready, I quickly reach for the lube and squirt a generous amount on my dick, hissing the moment I wrap my hand around myself. Grabbing myself at the base I notch the head of it at his entrance. Rocky’s entire body tenses. Leaning forward, I balance myself with my forearm on the bed while simultaneously cupping the side of his face. “You ready for me, Baby? You ready to take my dick like the good boy I know you can be?”
His eyes search mine before they narrow, and a hint of mischievousness takes over his face. He can never make anything easy, can he?
My hold on his face tightens. “Answer me.”
“I hate you.” He says it, but the smile on his face says otherwise.
Leaning forward, opposite my hand, I take the lobe of his ear between my teeth and pull; the hiss of pain that leaves his mouth is like music to my ears. “Hmmm, I hate you too, Rocky Baby.”
I gently push my hips forward until only the head of my cock is nestled in his ass.
“Oh, shit. Holy fuck.” His voice is strained as his body fights against the intrusion .
Helping him along, I gently bite his neck right below his ear before speaking against his skin. “I hate that you always have to fight me.”
I push my hips forward a little more. “Bear down for me, Baby.” He follows my instructions and I breath a sigh of relief as he lets me in. “Just like that,” I praise and move my lips around to the front of his neck. Biting again.
“I hate that you’re so smart, but you don’t let anyone see it.”
My hips move deeper, and my mouth bites down harder.
“I hate that you can see right through me.”
Deeper. Harder.
Rocky’s fingers dig into my delts as I fully seat myself inside of him. “I hate that nothing or no one has ever felt this fucking good.”
“But you know what I hate the most?” I pull my hips back until the head of my cock is the only thing that’s inside of him.
“What?” he asks, his voice nothing more than a trembling whisper.
I slam my hips forward, and he cries out. I answer with my mouth against his, “I hate that I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. ”
“Clay…” The room is dark, but if I didn’t know any better I’d swear I watch his eyes glass over. Whether it’s from the intense feeling of me being buried inside of him or what I just said, I don’t know. But I’m going to go with both.
My hips begin pistoning in and out of him at a steady pace. Reaching back, I grab his hands from behind me, one at a time, and pin them to the mattress above his head. With one hand firmly gripping both his wrists and one squeezing his hip, I say, “You feel so fucking good, Baby. So warm. So tight. So. Fucking. Perfect.” I enunciate each word with a thrust. Rocky can’t even speak anymore. The burn that once resided has now morphed into undeniable pleasure. “You were made for me, Rocky, Baby. Such a good fucking boy for me.”
His hands flex against my hold, but I don’t let him move an inch. I crash my mouth into him as it opens in a cry of pleasure, and with one more thrust of my hips, without even touching his dick, Rocky spills his cum between us, and I swallow every single pleasure-filled moan.
Only when I know he’s coming down from his high do I let myself get lost in the moment. Knowing the second I do, I won't be able to last. I tear my mouth from his and bury my face in the crook of his neck, finally letting go of his hands, letting them fall to my back. As soon as his strong arms wrap around me, I know I’m done. With one more deep thrust, I hold myself deep inside his ass and spill inside of him, coming so hard I swear the feeling tears my soul apart and puts it back together with Rocky woven between every cracked and broken piece.
From this moment, I know that nothing will ever be the same. Who I am from here on out is wrapped up in Rockwell Campos.
With an overwhelming feeling of rightness settling inside of me, I tilt my head slightly, using my hand to force him to face me. And with my head resting next to his and our chests still heaving for air, I whisper, “I love you.”
1. Cry to me- Marc Broussard