“Goddammit. Fuck you!” he screamed, shoving his dick into my throat as he pulsed. Cum flooded my throat, and I pulled against his hold on my head so I could taste him. If I was going to be used as a cum dumpster, I was gonna get a taste for my efforts.
He fell back against the shower wall, my fingers sliding from his ass. Holding the last of his cum in my mouth, I stood and fed it to him as I ravaged his mouth. I fucked his face as he had mine and coated my cock with the lube I still held. Our tongues twined together, and electricity danced over my skin as I stroked myself.
Pulling from his mouth, I shoved his face into the wall and lined my cock up with his still twitching hole.
“If you don’t want to be rape-fucked, safe word now.”
His eyes opened, his gaze meeting mine. “Fuck you.”
“No,mi sumiso malcriado. Now, what’s your color?”
“Green, you fucking bastard.”
“Are you sure?” I asked because I didn’t want him giving in because he felt he had no options.
“Yes. I’m green. You wanted control so fucking bad, now use it. Fuck me already!”
I pressed forward, his ass protesting the invasion. After a few seconds, he opened for me. The spasms from his orgasm milked my cock, sucking me into him.
“Malcriado, you feel so damn good.”
He moaned, his head falling forward to rest against the tiled shower.
“If I didn’t love you so fucking much, I’d hate you. Fuck you.”
I ignored him, barely able to breathe as he enveloped me. His fingernails dug into my outer thigh as my cock bottomed out, my balls brushing the back of his. My head fell forward, resting against his crown.
“I love you, too.”
“We have to figure this out, Hayden, or we’re going to destroy each other.”
Two tops falling in love had to be the worst idea, but try as I may, I couldn’t bring myself to care. He reached into my soul and stole it, claiming it for his own.
Unable to respond, even though I wanted to, I moved. Air rushed in and out of us both, matching the rhythm of my cock. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over. I lost myself in the feeling of him around me, trying to block out the voice in my brain that warned me this wasn’t going to end well.
It wasn’t working.
The worry was still there, and as good as Declan felt, I couldn’t outrun it.
I placed kisses on his shoulder, up his neck, my lips sucking his earlobe, nipping at it. He moved to fuck himself on my cock, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Hayden,” he gasped, his walls milking me again, and I was powerless to stop it.
As I came, I whispered, “We will, vato. I swear to you, we’ll figure it out.”
32
DECLAN
Rape-fucked.
He hadn’t been kidding.
I felt brutalized when he got done with me. I wasn’t lying about loving him too much to hate him. From the moment we met, he consumed me. When we were together, I wanted to touch him and be touched in return. I didn’t give a fuck how the touching happened, but it pissed me off when he yanked control from me.
To be fair, him taking control isn’t what pisses me off. It’s me giving in to him when he did. I didn’t want to give in today. I was determined to show him he wasn’t the boss of me, but the man was so much more dominant than I was that it was impossible to hang onto control when he wanted to take it. So when he asked for my color, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation. I was green. Fucking bright kelly green. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted at that moment, and I didn’t regret anything we’d done.
I didn’t know how we were going to make this relationship work. I honestly didn’t. I didn’t know how to let go of the part of me conditioned to be the dominant partner. While he was gone, I did some digging, especially after I couldn’t seem to get off without the man.
