14. Tate
Tate
He says the words so simply, in such a deep, matter-of-fact voice, like he knows he already has me.
“Give me your cock,” I whisper.
My heart thuds so hard in my chest I swear he can hear it.
“You don’t know what you're asking for,” he warns. “When I fuck you, I’ll feel like you’re mine.”
“You mean the truth?”
I reach over and grip his erection through his jeans and I lean over fast, kissing him so hard our teeth collide. I lie down flat on the long bench seat in the back, and Roman moves until his body is positioned above mine, one hand on either side of me, boxing me in.
The weight of him straddling me is immense.
I couldn’t shove him off of me, even if I tried. When he’s on top of me like this he controls my movement entirely, and even though the back of his Escalade is gigantic, Roman still manages to make the space look small.
He drags his hand down to pull at the bottom hem of my long-sleeve. The cotton is still damp and clinging to my body.
He tugs upwards on it in a rough movement, exposing my abs, and when I feel his skin on mine I get impatient.
I move to take off the shirt and toss it away, lying back on the buttery leather of the seat.
“Take the rest of it off,” Roman murmurs in a low voice, his gaze fixated on my chest. “All of it.”
He moves his weight off me for a moment and I kick off my shoes, one foot, then the other, then fumble underneath Roman to undo my button and zipper. I shove away all of my clothes from the waist down.
Roman paws at me, helping me get each garment off of my body and looking at every new piece of exposed skin like he’s going to devour me whole.
Droplets of rain fall from strands of his hair, hitting my skin. I’m fully naked now while he’s still completely clothed.
He slowly, patiently, begins to pull off his jacket.
“I want to feel like everything my body wants is controlled by you,” I murmur. “Like you hold my right to move. My right to speak. My right to come.”
His mouth drops open just a little, and I’ve never seen Roman look at me with so much raw need.
“You’re provoking me.”
“Is it working?”
He slowly reaches down with one large, warm hand, running his open palm from my jaw down the front of my neck. I watch the tattoos along his forearm as he moves.
He clasps his hand tighter around my throat and my hips jerk underneath him. I bring one hand lower, feeling for the outline of his cock under his pants, gripping his bulge hard. “I want this. And yes, I know it will hurt.”
His hand grips my wrist and yanks it upward, away from his dick, and he pushes it back toward the headrest on one side of the bench seat.
I see him digging into his back pocket, pulling something out.
It’s long and black, unraveling in the air above me.
Holy hell.
It’s a length of smooth black rope that I didn’t even know he was carrying.
The movement is so fluid that I don’t have time to register what’s happening before he’s already tying my wrist to the thin, exposed metal rod between the headrest and the seat. The rope pushes into my skin.
He binds my arm tightly up above me.
“How do other men take care of it when you’re this handsy?” Roman says, sliding his fingers over the rope circling my wrist, satisfied with his work.
“I’m not this handsy with other men. You know what, Roman? Maybe you’re the one who provokes me. Watching over me like a fucking shadow. Teasing me and then getting mad when I feel your cock.”
“You think I am mad?”
A low thunder rolls through the air.
Roman lets his hand wrap around my neglected cock, and the sudden sensation of his palm sliding over my tip is so much.
His fingertips slide lower, down to my balls, then dipping further to stroke over my hole.
I moan loudly into the air.
“I want you,” I whisper. “So fucking badly.”
“Be specific.”
“Roman.”
“Talk, beauty.”
“I want your cock inside me, but it’s also a fucking monster, so I’m not going to be able to take it here.”
He cocks his head to one side. “Because?”
I give him a look. “If you think I can take you on a whim without lube, you’re crazier than I thought.”
He removes his touch from me in an instant, and I’m suddenly deprived.
He slides out his wallet and brandishes a packet, placing it in my free hand. It’s a clear packet of lube with shiny silver lettering on the front that says always travel prepared.
“When you have a ten-inch cock, you learn to carry things you need,” he tells me. “I have four of these. Now tell me what you want. Again.”
“Holy fuck,” I breathe as he reaches out and slides his fingertips over the underside of my dick. “Put it in me. Right now.”
“No, no, no,” he murmurs. “You think it will be that easy? You will need to prepare.”
My teeth sink down on the inside of my cheek.
Right.
That’s another thing I need to tell him.
“I have to tell you a secret.”
His eyes narrow, and he doesn’t stop stroking my cock as he speaks.
“Tell me.”
I swallow. “I’ve been training.”
He pauses for a moment, letting his fingers lazily roam along my tip.
“Say more.”
“Ever since I saw your size, I got a craving. I ordered a training set of toys meant to help stretch my ass. It’s like… gradually increasing the size of dildos until you can take a lot.”
“You have been training your ass in my bed? And I didn’t know it?”
“In the shower.”
He lets out a low moan, suddenly gripping my cock with strength. “You didn’t tell me you were doing this in my house?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry when you are saying things that hot.”
Oh.
He’s not angry that I’ve been doing it, he’s angry that I didn’t show him.
“I have four different sizes.”
He trails his hand down my chest. “Can you take the biggest one?”
“Um, I got up to the third one, so far.”
He inhales. “Training. Were you so sure you were going to get my cock in you?”
“They say to dress for the job you want. I prepare my ass for the cock I want.”
“Fuck,” he utters, leaning in to cover the front of my body with his. One of his hands reaches up to squeeze my immobilized wrist, and the other stays on my cock, squeezing it tight as he kisses the side of my neck.
“The biggest one still isn’t as big as you,” I admit. “I think you might break me.”
“Break you, no. Make you cry… maybe. Give me your other hand.”
“Oh, God,” I whisper.
I give him access to my other arm, watching him push it up and tie it above me on the other side. Soon, both of my arms are immobilized.
A slow rush of a different type of fear moves through me once both arms can’t move.
A fear I hadn’t realized is more like a need, for me.
It’s entirely thrilling giving him control like this.
My back arches up as he lets his fingers trail over my chest. He leans over into a position where he’s able to tear off his pants, and now he’s completely naked too.
Fuck, I am never going to get over seeing his cock hang in front of me.
He reaches out and runs his nails straight down the center of my chest. I pull in a sharp hiss of a breath, and Roman’s slash isn’t hard enough to break skin, but it blooms with a searing heat afterward. He moans deeply as he looks at the marks he left on my skin.
“Too much, yes?” he says softly.
“No. Not even close.”
Immediately he claws his nails down the middle of my torso over the same spot, then over two new ones as I arch up into the touch. His hands grip my hips hard, pulling my entire body upward at least a couple of inches off the seat, and he comes down close to my face.
His lips slam against mine and we crash together in a greedy kiss.
I can feel the length of his cock mashed up against my stomach, sandwiched between the fronts of our bodies as we kiss. I buck my hips, grinding my own cock along his, desperate for any friction I can find.
“I love it when you’re like this,” Roman says, saying each word slowly, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth in between. “I want you like this forever.”
My heart pounds harder in my chest, a flash filling me again like he just scratched me another time.
Why is he saying that?
He can’t…
Fuck, he can’t say things like that to me.
Using words like forever.
“Quit saying things you don’t mean,” I murmur against his lips right before his tongue slides out again, pushing slow and slick against my own.
He lets out a low moan, rutting his cock against my stomach again. “I never say things I don’t mean. You like the way I feel… the way I hurt you… the way I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to give it to you for as long as you need it.”
“God,” I whisper.
“You need me. I feel it radiating from every fucking part of you, baby.”
I exhale as I pull on the bindings around my wrists, tugging as if it’s going to get me anywhere. “You can’t call me that.”
He sucks a slow trail of kisses up my neck. “Would you rather I just call you mine?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Attitude, Tate.”
My breath hitches, and the sensation of him grinding his goddamn cock along mine, trapping my cock between us, is too good.
“Fuck me or you’re going to make me come too fast. God, fuck, Roman, that feels too good—”
He bites down on my earlobe and I hear him let out a low, deep sound, something between an exhale and a goddamn growl right against my ear.
His arms are still hitched below my ass, physically pulling my whole body up against his.
It’s far too easy for him to do this. He may as well be double my size, surrounding me, giving me friction in exactly the right goddamn place and I can feel my cock pulse against him, driving me fucking insane…
“You fucking need me,” he murmurs against my ear and thrusts his hips against me even harder, reaching a new height of sensation I didn’t think was possible.
I feel his skin pressing against the searing marks he left on me.
His teeth, on my earlobe, and then moving lower until his mouth claims mine again.
And his cock against mine, stroking over me until I’m throbbing against his touch.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper into his mouth as he takes my lower lip between his teeth.
“You are. And then you’re going to get fucked, and come again for me.”