“Stop,” he moaned, pushing on my shoulders gently.
“Shh,” I hushed. “Just feel good.”
He growled, shooting venom from his eyes as I licked up his cock again. Precum dewed up and I suctioned my lips to his exposed head. He moaned, his eyes creasing in pleasure. I jerked his jeans down a little lower and pushed his legs up. My mouth found his ass and I buried my face in it, pushing my tongue into his hole.
I pulled back enough to begin working a finger in. He was so tight—unsurprising for such a tight ass. I huffed out a laugh, squirming my finger in deep and licking at his entrance. His legs shook and he gasped, his back arching.
I licked a line from his ass up to the tip of his cock before swallowing his erection whole.
“Ava,” he groaned. That pissed me off enough that I shoved a second finger in quickly.
“Fuck,” he choked out. I tugged his pants off. He laid there looking delirious with his cock wet from my mouth. I licked my lips and opened my pants. I spit on my hand and fisted my cock, jerking myself a few times as I looked down at him spread out on my bed.
His eyes were unfocused, his breath heavy as he looked at the ceiling. Quickly, I grabbed the lube and slicked both our cocks up then I leaned over him, my cock pressing on his. I grabbed his jaw and made him look at me, his brown eyes on my blue ones.
“Not, Ava,” I growled.
“Brandon,” he said. I jerked my hips, grinding our erections together.
“Get off,” he growled, pushing me off him. Whichalsowasn't the right word for me to actually stop. Caspian liked playing this game. I stumbled back and he flipped on his belly, showing me his perfect ass. He grabbed my bed’s blanket and tried to crawl away. I dropped to my knees and leaned in, pressing my mouth back to his ass. I gripped his hips tightly so he couldn’t get away.
He groaned as I worked him over, continuing hisstopsanddon'ts. I pulled back.
“Cas, do you really want me to stop?” I asked. His face was pressed into the bed. He laid there for a while and I grew concerned.
“Cas,” I said and stepped back, horrified I’d read this all wrong, or that he forgot the safe word. He flipped over on his backwith narrowed eyes as he panted. Finally, his gaze flicked away.
“I’ve never… without Ava,” he finally admitted.
“Hey,” I said, leaning in. I pushed my face close, my gaze flicking between his mouth and eyes. “We don’t have to do anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He sighed in annoyance and slowly slid his hand around the back of my neck. He leaned in and gave me the most tentative kiss ever.
One tentative kiss led to two and then he grew bolder. His head tilted to kiss me deeper, his tongue pressing in my mouth, a groan leaving his throat. I pressed my hand to his neck, feeling the vibration of the noise. He pulled me on the bed, slipping me under him. His kisses grew more and more—deeper, longer, desperate, his groans more insistent. His hand slipped into my hair and he tugged.
Our cocks lined up and he followed my lead from before, grinding us together. He reached down and touched my piercing, eliciting my own groan as we slid together, the delicious slide of his hard erection on mine too good.
“Brandon,” he finally sighed in between kisses and I relaxed and moaned into his mouth, kissing him back insistently. His hands dug into my pants as his mouth slid to my neck, his human teeth bluntly grinding on his mate mark. Soon my clothes were off and his cock was sliding across the crease of my ass.
“I’m ready,” I said. I’d prepared beforehand, expecting… no, hoping. He sucked in a subtle breath and pulled back, tugging my hair lightly and looking down at me. He was being gentle—not at all how I expected. His tongue darted over his lip and he looked between us, his hair brushing my face as he pressed his cock head to my ass.
“Wait,” I snapped. He stopped but didn’t pull back, the pressure of his head threatening entrance. “Tell me,” I said.
“What?” He asked.
“That you liked it. That first time I kissed you at the bar all those years ago, when you first joined Nix.” His eyes widened and he turned away. I grabbed his face and bared my teeth. “Tell me the truth.”
“It wasn’t like that back then.”
“Liar.”
“You want the fucking truth?” He said, showing that bite I was more used to. He jerked his hips and painfully filled my ass, making me hiss, my eyes going wide. He smiled in pleasure. I felt him grind in deeper until the press of his balls was against my ass. Then he leaned in close.
“It freaked me out,” he said and I glared at him. He smiled then leaned in and gave me a slow, careful kiss.
“It freaked me out and I couldn’t have that.” Then he pulled back and slammed back into me roughly, making me grunt. He smiled and gripped my hips, his fingers digging in as he barreled in and out. Then he flipped me over and fucked me into the corner, where the walls met. I had to press one hand to the wall as he slammed into me greedily, roughly panting, the slap of his body against mine loud and rhythmic as if he were trying to mimic when I pounded on the drums.
“Fuck,” I groaned. It was rough, some pain with pleasure as he abused my prostate. I knew he’d be good at this. That he wouldn’t hold back, not with me. He was breathing heavily, taking me for all he was worth and he was worth a lot. I felt his balls slap against mine and shuddered. His hand gripped the back of my neck and he held me tightly in place as he kept going—kept going until he was cursing over and over through his teeth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said and I knew he was getting close, that he was going to cum in my ass. That I was getting him off. I groaned and shuddered, my cock jerking. He panted, his fingers biting into my skin, one hand squeezing my hip so tight it hurt. Then he slammed in harder and harder, his cock throbbing in my ass, his thrusts growing smoother as he came, his cum slicking my insides.
