He tapped my leg once.
I groaned and thrust a little deeper before pulling out slowly, letting the scrape of his teeth send shocks through my system.
My dick slid in and out of his mouth, glistening with his saliva and my precum. His eyes had slid closed, his face as relaxed as possible, given the size of my dick and how hard I fucked his face. He looked like the poster boy for submission.
The more we spoke and were together, the more I realized I’d stumbled across something I’d only heard of—a submissive, versatile top. I’d heard of switches, but Declan was the first I’d come across. Granted, I wasn’t super kinky. It’s one reason why I didn’t say I was a Dom or a Daddy because I didn’t want people to assume anything beyond what they were getting, a vers guy with a dominant, control streak. The other was my job made having that sort of relationship difficult.
Declan humbled me. Given the right partner and situation, he was probably a force to be reckoned with, but with me, domination fell away, and he embraced a side of himself that I was certain he didn’t know lived inside him. I just hoped that when we’d both gotten off, he didn’t flip out like he had last week.
He mewled, the sound vibrating around my shaft and against the head of my dick, and I nearly came. The tingles it caused set off a battery of fireworks throughout my body, and I growled, pulling him up off the floor and shoving him face-first into the wall.
“Color?”
“Green, goddammit. Now, fuck me.”
10
DECLAN
My face smacked the wall, and his dominance swept through me. There was something about this man. The sexual control freak in me took a fucking hike any time he got his hands on me. It was like he flipped a switch, and my entire personality did an about-face.
“You’re an amazing cocksucker, carinõ, but I need to feel your ass wrapped around me.”
“Yes, please,” I begged, and he growled in my ear.
“Someone should outlaw these fucking jeans. Push ‘em down.”
I did as he told me, jumping a little when he cursed, and something crashed to the floor beside our feet. Turning my head, I noticed the drawer from the table next to us was on the floor.
“Gimme your hand.”
Lubed dripped into my hand, and he said, “Prep yourself.”
I need him in me. Now. So, I didn’t argue, plus that monster in his pants would’ve ripped me in half if I didn’t. Fucking my fingers into me, first one, then two, and finally three. As fast as possible, I opened myself for him.
“Jesus, look at that ass. Push it out for me, vato. Yeah, like that.”
A crinkle of foil echoed off the walls, making my stomach clench with need.
“Papi…” I gasped.
He pulled my fingers from my ass, grabbed both wrists, and pressed them to the wall above my head, holding them there as he kicked my legs apart. The rough fabric of his uniform shirt caught against the soft fabric of my t-shirt as he crowded against me, surrounding me with all his masculine, dominant energy.
The head of his cock nudged my hole with a steady press until my body opened for him, and he thrust into my channel. As aggressive and needy as he was, I expected to be brutally rage-fucked, and I was down for it, but he took me deliberately. He slowly thrust into me until he was fully seated, filling me so fucking full.
My head fell back on his shoulder as he held still, letting me adjust. “God…” I gasped.
His lips ghosted over my neck, up to my ear. The whisper of his hot, damp breath gave me chills as he claimed me.
“This ass is mine. You understand, vato. As long as we’re doing this thing, no one else touches you unless I say so.”
Turning my head, I captured his mouth, but he ravaged mine, tongue fucking me the way I wanted his dick to take my ass. I wiggled, hoping he’d move; instead, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “I’ll move when I’m good and fucking ready, vato.”
A whine built in my throat, and his free came up, grabbing me by the neck just below my chin, holding my head back on his shoulder, then his other handcuffed my wrists.
Completely at his mercy, I shoved away the pissed-off asshole that reared his head in the back of my mind. He could shut the fuck up. I knew what he was going to say, and I didn’t want to hear it.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re taking me so well. I’m proud of you.”
