When I start struggling, he pulls me under him, on my back, and easily pins me with his larger size. I’m not holding back as I resist but it’s like trying to shove a mountain off me.
I’m also trying to guess when I can quit struggling.
Because Ilikebeing pinned. That was my favorite part with Leo, next to the orgasms and cuddling, of course. I’m sweating and breathing heavily and Elliot looks like his pulse has barely blipped above a resting normal. Elliotneedsthe fight sometimes, with Leo. He needs the struggle, to purge himself, to help evict bad energy and thoughts. He likes to fight and lose honestly, not be allowed to win. Leo is strong and trained and skilled enough to take Elliot down and bring him to heel.
He captures my hands and transfers both of them to his left, pinning them over my head. Drawing his knees up forces my thighs wider. I soon hear thesnickof a lube bottle and feel him pressing a slicked finger against my hole. My body wants to melt and welcome him when he leans in close.
“I wouldn’t stop fighting the bad man if I were you, baby.” There’s something positively…eviland dark in his tone, but in a playful way.
Still not scared of him, yet something about it makes me struggle again, and it’s like a light goes on inside him. As he works his finger deep inside me, I’m legit trying to break free of his grip now. The hand holding mine clamps down on my wrists, his weight settling heavier on me as he adds a second finger.
I’m anxious for him to get to the main event. I appreciate the consideration, but it’s not the first time I’ve ridden him, and I have toys bigger than him.
Except I sense this is more for him than me. There truly is a gentle streak within Elliot despite what everyone might think of the combat-hardened politician they see.
That I sense this now spurs me to fight even harder, to give him what he wants and needs from this. Mostly because I know full well howfish out of waterthe whole situation is for both of us, and how it can drain a person.
He adds a third finger and I nearly come when he hits my sweet spot. Somehow, I hold back. Even when he starts finger-banging me. His lips crash onto mine as his fingers disappear and his bare cock takes their place, shoving in hard and deep in one thrust.
Fuck, it’s goddamnedheaven. Somehow, it’s even better than when I’ve ridden his cock.
Now I’m struggling to wrap my legs around him so I can fuck back, except he grabs me by the thighs and pulls me with him as he sits up, so my freshly spanked ass is braced against his legs. Releasing my hands, he arranges my ankles over his shoulders. His large hands wrap around my hips, fingers digging in as he starts plowing me, not even needing to brace himself on the bed. It’s like I don’t weigh anything to him. I’m dripping pre-cum all over my abs, smeared with every stroke that jolts my rigid cock.
“Don’t you come before I tell you to,” he growls.
I start to reach up for him and he easily bats my hand away without missing a stroke. “Hands, over your head, boy. Keep them there, or I won’t let you come.”
I immediately comply. “Yes, Sir.”
Saying that feels sooo fucking right, and he even smirks before slowing his thrusts so he can lean in and kiss me again. His stubble rasps against my cheeks and he sucks and nips my lower lip.
He’s got me bent into an absolute pretzel. In this moment, I start to think maybe finding a new happinessiscompletely possible. Not just possible, but that maybe Elliot won’t get rid of me after he’s out of office in ten years.
Maybe he’ll keep me around.
Maybe the two of us can be what we need for each other, and he can have Leo, too. I won’t mind, even if Leo doesn’t want me anymore.
I won’t blame him.
It also hits me that, yes, we’ve fucked bare before, me riding him and him riding me.
But, tonight, he’smarkingme.
That’s even more plain to me when he kisses his way down my jaw, dragging his teeth over my flesh, until he reaches the hollow of my throat. There, he nips, bites, sucks, working his way to my left nipple. He’s surely leaving a trail of marks in his wake as he does. Then he moves to my right nipple, also sucking and biting there. Back to my left pec, where he chews on me, sucking hard, right over my heart. Now I’m seeing a measure of the possessive need that infused his actions when he marked Leo all those times, a secret call-and-response between us, with Leo as the message and the messenger.
I’m squirming against him, trying to take his cock deeper into my ass despite already being tightly pressed against his body. He lifts his mouth and stares into my eyes. “You want it, baby?”
“Please, Sir. Ineedit.”
His predatory smile nearly sends me over the edge.Dammit, maybe he’s a closet sadist, or he’s as good a chameleon as I am.
Either way, in this moment, I don’t have a care in the world. I’m happy to let him do the driving.
Releasing my hips, he leans forward again, bracing his elbows on the mattress and holding my hands down. This time, he laces fingers with me and tightly squeezes.
“Gonna breed my boy’s ass tonight,” he whispers, making me whimper. I’m totally creaming myself, I’m so turned on. “Ask me for it.”
“Please, Sir. Please breed my ass.”
