No warning, no pretense, Connor squeezed his right hand around my throat and slammed his mouth down on mine. This was nothing like earlier. This new dance was barely leashed violence and power. He took without asking, and I had to give. It was the most primitive dance on Earth, full of power and control, dominance and submission.
Connor let go of my throat and fisted both sides of my shirt and ripped it apart, shredding the material, buttons flying. My pants were ripped down my legs, and I had to jump to get my feet out of them before they, too, were ripped away leaving me bare and vulnerable. I was panting in shock but latched onto his shoulders to pull him closer when he crouched down and sucked one of my nipples deep into his mouth. I instinctively arched into him, moaning at the pleasure and pain he created.
“God, you’re a beauty, aren’t you, boy? All pure, snow white skin. You don’t have a mark on you do you?” He spun me around to face the wall, looking at every inch of my skin, hands roaming, squeezing and gripping. “I think you need to be marked. I think you need my marks all over that silky skin, so you know who you belong to.”
And mark me he did. Connor sucked up love bites and nipped places all over my shoulders, neck, back, ass, and thighs. He laved his tongue over my skin like I was the best ice cream cone he’d ever tasted. He licked the sweat and salt from the skin on my thighs, then spent time licking my sides into my armpits. He was taking my taste into himself and learning me while at the same time transforming me into someone that was undeniably his. But he never touched me where I wanted him the most. I was a wet, writhing ball of raw nerves and want by the time he stripped his own pants off and reached into my bedside table drawer. He got himself covered and lubed before turning me to face the wall so he could spread the slick over my hole, teasing me with his fingers until I was squirming with need. Finally, he reached around and grabbed my leaking cock and began to jack me ruthlessly.
“I’m taking you now. I’m going to fuck that tight hole and own you up against this wall, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me. You can protest, say no and I won’t stop. I’m going to own you until I decide to let you go.” He put his hand under my chin and forced me to turn my head, then looked me deep in the eyes, silently willing me to understand. “Do you understand?”
I knew what he was doing. He wouldn’t break character, but he wanted to make sure this was what I really wanted.
“Do your worst, you bastard!” I sneered back at him. My words were hateful, but my eyes held all the lust and excitement I was holding back.
Give it to me, Connor. I want you to own me, body and soul!
He moved, and I was lost. Connor was rough and even brutal in the way he took me up against my bedroom wall. He pushed me hard and fucked me even harder. I’d have finger-shaped bruises on my hips and ass tomorrow from his punishing grip. His grunts and groans with every slam of his hips into mine blended with my whimpers and moans until all the sounds melted into our own sound of longing and want.
As hard and rough as this mating was, Connor eventually turned tender, I arched back to kiss him, but after a while we weren’t even kissing anymore, just breathing heavily into each other’s open panting mouths, eyes locked, never looking away. We were one at that moment, and I knew he felt it, too.
“Grab your cock and come for me, Ladd.” Connor panted, increasing his rhythm to slam into me with more force again, pounding my chest and arms into the wall with only one of his hands on my shoulder to keep me from letting my head hit the wall. I did as told and took less than a minute to get close.
“Connor, God, babe, I’m coming!” I screamed and finally closed my eyes, swinging my head back, teeth grinding as I tried to contain the unbelievable pleasure that was ripping its way through my body. “Ung! God, yes!” The feeling of painful relief was almost too much.
Through my haze of release, I finally felt Connor pull out. I heard him rip off the condom before I heard him grunting his pleasure over and over until he had finally released everything he had to give all over my back and ass. We stayed where we were so long, panting, catching our breath, letting our hearts settle, that his cum had started to cool on my skin before either one of us spoke. I looked down and released a little laugh because I knew I would need to clean the wall in the morning. No way was I in the mood to do it now.
“God damn, you are something special, my Ladd.” Connor sighed as he spun me around and hugged me close, holding me softly but firmly, like I was something precious to be protected and cherished.
“I love you, Connor,” I said without thinking, only feeling. Connor stilled in my hold, not breathing for a moment before he pulled back to meet my gaze. My feelings were raw, and I saw them reflected in his eyes that were slightly shiny with emotion.
“Jesus, I fucking love you, too, my Ladd,” he whispered and pulled me in even tighter. “So much it scares me.”
We finally separated, slightly sticky but very happy, and cleaned up with another shower, keeping the comfortable silence we’d somehow agreed on. Afterward, we cuddled together under the covers and settled to sleep. Just as I was about to drift off, safely nestled against Connor, my head on his heart and held tightly in his arms, I heard him whisper thinking I was asleep. “I love you so much, Ladd, and I’ll be thankful you love me every day. I always dreamed of a man of my own and a family of my own. I want that more than anything with you. Please love me as much as I love you. Love me until the stars fall from the sky, Ladd.”
I felt my tear slide from the corner of my closed lid but didn’t move or speak. I did not want to stop this perfect quiet moment, but I would tell him soon enough. I would absolutely love him forever if he’d let me.
