Oh, god. The relief that hits him takes his body with it, everything sagging. He’s left as a slumped puddle draped over the bunk, his legs hanging off, his ass moulded to Sin’s crutch.
Sin’s hand tightens on his neck and another on his hip, no longer a vile distaste in his mouth, their heat brings warmth into his body. As does Sin’s face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Then Sin is sliding one of his hands up the mattress and dropping more weight onto his back. The compression feels good, surrounding him in a bubble of protection.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you.” Sin’s words don’t sound much like a question, but he doesn’t want to risk it, his head is nodding frantically before his mind finishes sending the signals to do so.
Sin, please. He begs in his head, his voice too lost to form the words.
His pants are yanked down none-to-gently, and in half a breath there is a hot cock head insistently pressing at his entrance.
Shit. Oh god, yes.
He spreads his legs as best he can while completely pinned immobile. There was no way Sin had the time to add lube. It should frighten him, instead it sends a jolted tingle of heat up his thighs and into his balls. He just knows he is rock hard under them.
“Bite down onto something.” Sin commands, and Izz barely has enough time to open his mouth. Thepenetration is a branding, helped along by whatever lube and cum was left over from the last time Sin fucked him a few hours ago. His teeth clamp down onto scrunched sheets. While his anus opens right up to the possessive claiming.
It’s tight. It’s burning hot and splitting pleasure into pain. Sin will never not be big to him, every time it feels like taking a thick rod up there. His body continuously struggling to accommodate the cock’s thick girth.
Pain blossoms from his ribs, and he knows it’s from Sin sinking his teeth in. He’s felt this lick of pain enough times to know it.
He had thought Sin was in him, he should have known better, he should have felt it wasn’t deep enough. In a surge of dominance Sin hilts his cock to the balls. The penetration forces a shriek out of him that would have him blushing from embarrassment in any other circumstance. As it is now, he is too engrossed in the cock rearranging his insides to feel any form of embarrassment over the noises he is making.
The fucking starts immediately. It’s brutal, savage, and animalistic. And it has his blood pumping and his dick rock hard and swinging with every snap of Sin’s hips pounding his cock all the way to the hilt on every thrust. The sounds of skin slapping skin fill the cell. And Izz’s sure he’s moaning loud enough for the whole Wing to hear him.
Everything in him is being driven wild. His prostate taking the pounding, the angle Sin is fucking him at is driving his cock intoit. Brutalising the sensitive bundle of nerves, his whole body is crying out to the sensations of magma in his veins.
Trapped under Sin he can do nothing but take the pounding.
Teeth sink back into him, and his body is too hot to tell if it breaks the skin. It does, however, send him spiraling over the edge. And by the way Sin’s hips are jerking, he too is cumming deep within Izz. And if that doesn’t have him wanting to cum all over again. The possessive nature of it, being marked in such a way, it’s like a claiming for all to know he is Sin’s.
More weight presses down on him, and it’s something he wishes he could lie under for all eternity. But his ribs and lungs disagree with him, and it’s not nearly long enough before they are protesting.
Izz tries to slot an arm under his chest to give himself room to breathe without Sin getting off him. It doesn’t work, and he huffs in annoyed exasperation at the unfairness of it. He wiggles and tries again, when that doesn’t work he is forced to tell Sin.
“Can you, like . . .” Izz shoves up a bit, to indicate what he reluctantly wants.
Sin rolls off him, not going far, just flopping onto his back on the bunk. Where they both lie there catching their breaths. He is acutely aware that his ass is out, dripping cum, and anyone looking this way will see that he’s been used. He can’t bring himself to move, his whole body is shaking in what has to be the adrenaline leaving his system, and for the life of him he can’t find the energy to pull his pants back up or to care that anyone can see. He’ll feel embarrassed over it later, right now he just basks in the aftereffects rolling through his body.
68
CORRELATES TO CHAPTER 62
JASPER
“Don’t resist. You’re fine. I’ve never hurt you. You can take this, Beautiful.” Sin’s voice is hoarse, and coated in desire.
While Izz on the other hand is aching. His knees are digging into the cold unforgiving ground. His eyes are burning in tears that are involuntarily forced out every time his gag reflex is triggered. His hands are half numb, circulation getting cut off by the metal cuffs his body is struggling against. And his throat is on fire, stretching around the thick girth that is Sin’s cock.
But he kind of has himself to blame for it. He had agreed to this. He hadn’t protested when Sin cuffed him, or when he was pushed to his knees.
And even with the way his lungs are screaming at him, he can’t bring himself to regret this decision. He just knows he is making Sin proud.
His body twitches, his lungs are constricted lumps deprived of oxygen, and his mind is panicking that he can’t breathe—he has to admit, he’s panicking right along with it.
Then Sin’s cock is pulling back and being replaced by the heavy weight of air rushing in. Air he half chokes on, but continues gulping in.
Sin’s fingers dig into his hair, it’s the telling sign and his body locks up knowing what’s to come. He gags and tries his best to swallow around the thick cock thrusting back into him. Hitting the back of his throat and not stopping until his nose is pressed to Sin’s pubes.
“Relax.” He hears Sin’s voice over the obscene noises he’s making. “Your body will panic. But I won’t let you die. No matter what your body tells you. Have I ever lied to you.”
