“I’m going to take your avoidance as a yes unless proved otherwise.”
He settled himself on his elbows on either side of my head. Grinning more charmingly than the bastard should be able to, Roys rubbed his hips, sending jolts of bliss straight to my core. His eyes were deep pools of shadows, haloed by starlight. “That evening I caught you in the showers with another man, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would have been like if I were inside you instead.”
“Yeah? Tell me more.”
He sucked on his fingers before wrapping an arm around my waist. His hand slid behind me for his fingers to massage between my cheeks.
“My resolve always damn near breaks when you’re flying. You get this look, like you know only a fool would get in your way, and all I can think about is riding you until you’re seeing fucking stars.”
I hissed when he bit my bottom lip hard before soothing the wound with his tongue.
“You have the most lustful body.” He kept the pressure on me, hips grinding and fingers tracing. “How many others here have seen you like this?”
My hands ran up his back, under his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. All of him. “I thought you weren’t jealous.”
His hand left my backside to grip my throat. “And I thought I told you to answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I like it too much when you discipline me.” I whimpered when he squeezed.
He rocked against me, bringing our core heat together in a maddening friction. Planting my heels in the grass, I met his force. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I wanted the clothes gone, to feel his body against mine, to run teeth and tongue over skin.
“Take out your cock,” he ordered. I fumbled off my belt. When my hand fell to please me, he intertwined our fingers to lock my hands beside my head. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
I moaned from the continuous jerking of our hips, too slow and agonizing for my taste. His shirt too, brushed my chest, making every part of me more sensitive for him. He looked so good taking control of me in uniform, and me an utter mess in mine. He brought his mouth to my jaw and then my neck, where he marked me, and I let him, craning my neck so he could do anything. But he stopped, and I shuddered, cold without him.
Roys sat up, his hands dragging down my arms to my chest and waist, all the precome leaking over my stomach and my hips rubbing against him. I wanted him so badly, knowing what was hidden under those pants and how his cock could drive me wild.
“If I can’t touch myself, you better start or I’ll leave right fucking now,” I warned when his torturous knuckles merely grazed my cock.
“No, you won’t. Want to know why?” He laughed, far more smug here than anywhere else. “Because you’re always so well behaved for me when I’m spreading your legs.” He spread them now, holding my pants by the holsters and pushing. He brought his hips against my ass, letting me feel his cock through the fabric. “Such a good boy when you want something. Could you come for me like this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Keep those hands up.” He rocked his hips, only ever letting me feel his length, hot and throbbing, through our pants. My fingers tore into the grass, shaking, wanting to touch myself and wanting even more to touch him. My attention strayed from his lustful eyes to our connection, where I saw how his hips moved, like they were inside of me.
“Do you want to see my cock?” he purred.
“Please.”
“If I see those hands move, I’ll stop.”
I whined and tore into my bottom lip when he let go of my legs. I was the one to continue the grinding, rubbing impatiently as he undid his belt. He touched himself, thrusting into his hand hard and fast, letting the precome spill over his fingers.
“Please let me touch you.” My fingers twitched, and his hand shot to my throat, still wet from him.
“You’ve been a good boy, but you came out here starting trouble, so consider this your punishment. After all, you said you wanted to bedisciplined, didn’t you?” He brushed his thumb over my lips, where I tasted him. He ensured our eyes met, his a perfect reflection of me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Those hands stay up and eyes on me.”
He brought his body against mine. Grinding harder, faster while I pleaded into his mouth as he kissed me. He squeezed my throat. The bliss rolled over me as he used me; leaning his full weight against me, his hand trapped between our bodies. His knuckles brushed against my cock from his quick jerks. The friction between us was maddening.
My nails tore into the grass, vision lining white. “I’ll come, fuck, wait, Roys.”
“It’s okay. Come for me. Come just like this.” He sat up, one hand still on my throat and the other finally grabbing me. His thumb played with my head, and I shivered under his ravenous attention, overtaken by an orgasm that had me moaning his name.
“You look incredible when you come.” He crawled over me, kneeling above my chest with his cock in hand. “Open your mouth.”
