“Evan—please—fuck, I can’t—need more?—”
“Not yet,” I growled, lips pressed to his navel, tasting sweat and salt, breath hot against his skin. “I want you begging. I want you ruined.”
My mouth found his pits, licking and sucking, dragging my nose through the hair, inhaling deep, letting him know how much I loved every filthy, hidden part of him. I spat again, this time right on his nipple, then sucked it hard, biting until he cried out, hips bucking wildly.
A shift in weight brought my mouth back to his, pinning him under me, both of us panting, cocks leaking, bodies slick with sweat. I spit in his mouth again, messy and greedy, then kissed him hard enough to bruise.
“Say it,” I demanded between kisses. “Say you’re mine. Say nobody else gets this.”
“I’m yours,” Nate panted, voice choked with want. “Nobody—nobody but you. Nobody ever, Evan.”
The animal in me took over, hungry for more than just the taste of his sweat and surrender. My hands bunched the waistband of his briefs, fingers curling into the damp cotton, and with a growl I didn’t bother to hide, I yanked—fabric tearing under my grip, the sound violent and final. His cock sprang free, flushed and slick, leaking against his stomach, every inch begging to be claimed. Threads dangled around his hips, nothing but shreds now, exposing everything I wanted.
Breathing him in, I buried my face between his legs, nose pressed deep against the crease of his thigh, tongue darting out to taste the salty, musky slickness left behind. Every inhale lit up the animal part of me—pack, mate, mine—filling my head with want and hunger. The scent drove me wild. My tongue traced along the root of his cock, down to the heavy sac, lapping up sweat, sucking one ball into my mouth and letting it roll over my tongue, worshipping every sensitive inch.
Nate’s legs shook, thighs falling open wider, and I let my fingers dig into the muscle there, holding him spread and helpless. My tongue dragged lower, spit trailing in long lines, teeth scraping the tender skin behind his balls, before I buried my nose between his cheeks, inhaling the heat and sweetness of him.
A shudder ran through his body when I pressed my tongue to his hole, slick and pink, the scent there dizzying. I groaned against his skin, licked a slow circle, then spit on him—thick, wet, greedy—before spreading him wider with both hands. The sight made my cock throb, watching him pulse and clench, begging for more without a word.
“Look at you,” I growled, voice gone rough and deep. “So fucking pretty. So fucking open for me.”
My tongue pressed in, slow at first, working him open with filthy circles, licking, sucking, never letting up. Every sound from Nate—every gasp, every begging whimper—fed something inside me that I’d never let out before. His hands clutched the sheets, hips canting up for more, taking everything I gave without hesitation.
Switching it up, I let my thumb tease the edge of his hole, spit pooling around the rim, before slipping the finger in, slow and relentless. The tight heat gripped me, sucking me deeper, and I worked another finger alongside, stretching him, twisting, curling until he was moaning, grinding down, desperate to be filled.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered, tongue flicking at his rim, spit running down my chin, cock throbbing against the ruined sheets. “Take it. Take my fingers. Let me ruin you.”
Nate’s head thrashed side to side, hair damp with sweat, face flushed and eyes wild, completely at my mercy. My fingers pumped in and out, spreading him wide, thumb circling his rim while my other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slow and mean.
His hole twitched around me, so tight, so perfect, begging for more. My mouth covered his again, spit and want mixing, claiming him all over again. I spat into his mouth, then kissed him hard, tongue pushing deep, letting him taste himself, taste me, taste everything we’d become.
Straddling him, I planted my knees on either side of his chest, cock jutting against his chin, muscles tensed and hard under the weight of his hands. Nate’s fingers traveled everywhere, tracing the ridges of my abs, the lines of my hips, every flex met with his groan of appreciation. I lifted my arms above my head for him, stretching, flexing, making sure he couldsee the power, the strength, the body that had been shaped by a lifetime of work and want. Sweat rolled down my sides as I stared down at him, giving him the show he’d begged for.
A flash of feral hunger crossed his face. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping, kneading, then hooked in the band of my briefs. One sharp tug and they gave way, cotton shredding in his fists, exposing me completely. Cool air hit my cock and balls, slick with sweat and spit, and I felt wild, primal, on display for him.
His head dipped, nose pressing into the crease of my thigh, inhaling deep, hungry for every scent I offered. Lips brushed the base of my cock, tongue lapping at the sweat slick there, tracing upward, following the trail of hair to my hip, my abs, biting and licking as he went. A groan escaped me, guttural and desperate, hips grinding forward as his tongue left hot trails across my stomach.
Mouth found my nipple and sucked, hard, tongue swirling, teeth scraping. I gritted my teeth and flexed harder, giving him everything, letting him taste the salt and heat of my chest, the wildness beneath my skin. His mouth moved, biting up my pec, kissing over my heart, then shifting to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention until I was shuddering, straining, holding his head in place as he bit and sucked bruises into my skin.
With a growl, Nate slid down, tongue dragging along my abs, spit pooling in every dip, every groove. His eyes found mine, wild and glassy, and then he dove lower, nose nuzzling my balls, tongue licking them clean, sucking each one into his mouth in turn, worshipping every inch. I rocked into him, breath coming hard and fast, lost to the sensation of his tongue and mouth and hands everywhere at once.
“Fuck, Nate, that’s it—show me how much you want it,” I urged, voice raw, barely more than a growl. My hands fisted in his hair, guiding him, needing him to take more, to never stop. He wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, tongue swirlingover the tip, then took me deeper, swallowing, throat working, spit running down to pool at my base.
Muscles flexed for him, back arching as he worked me with his mouth, hand stroking the base as he swallowed every inch. Each time he pulled off, he sucked air, licking his lips, then dove back in, greedy, eyes locked on mine. The heat of his mouth, the slick slide, the desperate, filthy sounds filling the air—every part of me was electric.
Nate’s hands never stopped moving, tracing my ass, squeezing the cheeks, pulling me closer, then sliding up my sides, nails scraping over my ribs, worshipping every flex. His tongue worked me over, lips stretching, swallowing me down, moaning like he was starved for this, for me.
I let him have all of it. Sat up straighter, flexed my thighs, drove my cock into his throat, slow and deep, watching tears gather at the corners of his eyes. The sight wrecked me, made me want to ruin him, to worship him back until there was nothing left but spit and sweat and the taste of forever on our tongues.
My hand cupped his jaw, thumb tracing his cheek as he sucked me down, tongue lapping at the underside, making me see stars. His other hand drifted between my legs, teasing my hole, fingers rubbing spit and slick into me, coaxing me open for him, showing me he wanted to claim every part.
“Good boy,” I rasped, chest heaving, voice thick with pride and want. “You’re so fucking good at this. So fucking perfect for me. Don’t you dare stop.”
His only answer was a hum of pleasure around my cock, sending vibration up my spine, making me shudder and flex even harder, every muscle straining as he sucked and swallowed, worshipping me with everything he had.
A fist tangled in Nate’s hair, pulling him close, setting a pace that was pure greed. My hips rolled forward, slow at first, then rougher, fucking deep into his throat, using him, watching spitand tears mingle down his chin. Every desperate gag made me harder, needier, obsessed with the power and surrender in that moment. The pressure of his lips tight around my cock, the way his throat opened for me, was a drug I never wanted to quit.
Each thrust drove the need deeper—claim him, breed him, mark him inside and out. My free hand pressed to his cheek, thumb stroking his jaw as I bottomed out, groaning when he swallowed around the head, taking every inch. Sweat dripped from my chest to his face, my thighs flexed around his ears, and I let the primal need flood everything else.
