“E-Everywhere.” A whimper left my lips, a deep need taking hold as pleasure wrapped itself around me, coaxing me.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
My mind couldn’t fully comprehend the words before he graced my entrance with his fingers, stroking it with an attentiveness that only made me more needy. I heard him spit as he continued coaxing me with his other hand, warmth blooming in my abdomen at his mere touch. Just as I started to ask what he was doing, he drove into me completely, filling every inch of my essence.
A scream left my lips, pain ripping through me, mingled with pleasure. A deep rooted need that had my back arching, my fingers curling around the leather to ground myself. “T-Thorne!”
His hand clamped down on my mouth, stifling my cry. Burying himself inside me, his pace up and down my length quickened to a near-unbearable rhythm. When I thought I’d adjusted, he pulled back, the sudden absence causing me to whine out of pure instinct. My cheeks flushed beneath his hold at the humiliating sound, only for it to transition into another muffled scream as he drove back into me again.
“F-Fuck,” I said, unable to think of anything else as I gave into his temptation and desire. One that mirrored mine because in this moment, there was nothing else but him and the ecstasy I chased.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my head falling back as his essence consumed me. I never whimpered for a man, never unraveled, but with only a few thrusts I would kneel to him for whatever he pleased or desired. I was not an obedient man, but for him, I would listen to every command.
“Fuck…” he groaned, his head falling to rest against the back of mine as he continued with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking tight for me, baby. Such a pretty boy. All mine. All… For fuckingme.”
His words ignited another layer I thought impossible as I cried out. “Y-Yes. Yours. Fuck, always yours,” I answered, tugging on the restraint. “God, please… Let me touch you, my love.”
I wanted out of this damn belt holding me to the fucking pipe. I wanted to claw my nails against his skin, to kiss him, to let myself be devoured completely.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Tell me why I should,pretty boy.”
A groan left me at the intensity held in his gaze, one I wanted to chase. “Because I love you,” I whined. “Fuck, you’re… you’re everything and I’ve been so,sogood.”
I had been. I’d listened to all his commands, and I loved him. I loved him enough to set my pride aside, to allow him to see the pathetic man I was deep down. A man reserved for him alone.
“Is that so?” His lips curled upward, a smile coating his pleasure-filled expression. “And what’re you going to do if I let you out?”
Before I could answer, he withdrew once more, pushing into me halfway only to pull out completely. His hand on my cock slowed until he reached my tip, pinching it with a ferocity that nearly had me screaming. And, just when I thought I couldn’t take more, his length consumed my essence once more.
The shout that left me contained all the emotions I was feeling, passion for him at its core. “I-I want… want to touch you. F-Feel you. Kiss you. Dig my nails into your back while I unravel.”
“Is that all?” He nipped at my neck, his canines digging into the sensitive flesh there.
As he bit harder, I hissed, the undeniable warmth of my life force blooming beneath his mouth. Drawing back, he offered me an open-mouthed smile, crimson staining his teeth that his tongue wasted no time cleaning. The sight alone was nearly enough to send stars swarming through my vision, but a tunnel of darkness replaced it as he angled himself, brushing over my prostate with a force I wasn’t anticipating.
A pitiful whimper escaped me at the sudden intensity, my legs shaking, and for once, I was grateful for the restraint to keep me from falling. “N-No,” I begged, pleading to the man who held my heart. “I-I want to see your face when you cum inside. I want to watch you unravel… while I do.”
His heady growl traveled straight to my core as he pulled his cock from me. With one yank that seemed far too simple, he freed my wrists. My shoulders ached, my arms dropping to my sides as gravity took hold.
I stumbled, my balance faltering at the release, but he was there to catch me. I met his gaze, and that hunger, that drive, was still there, all consuming. Tilting my head to him, I closed the distance, no part of me wanting to be away from him any longer. It was more than desire—a need only he could fill as I pressed my lips to his.
He groaned, melting into me as he always had, his hands exploring me greedily. Wrapping his fingers around my hips, he grabbed them tightly. Forcefully, he shoved me back into the wall, this time my shoulder blades greeting it. “You’re fucking maddening.”
“Mhm,” I replied, resting my head against the wall he’d pressed me against. Even here, even now, there was no denying the radiance he held, or the command driving his body as he towered over me. “I need you.”
Dipping his chin to look down at me, his enlarged pupils practically filled his stare. “Need mehow,Oren?”
“Inside. God, please… Fuck me.”
As if in warning, the corners of his lips curled upward. Acting on my plea, his hands found the back of my thighs, lifting me off the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist. He gripped them tightly, his hold forceful enough to leave a bruise.
“Then stroke your cock as I fuck you like the pathetic bitch you are.”
A moan tumbled from my parted lips, my eyes laden with every meaning his words instilled within me.
Lifting a shaky hand, I wrapped it around the base of my cock, hoping I’d be able to keep pace with whatever this man would no doubt unleash onto me.
“There you are…My good boy.” he praised, the three words causing me to rely more on the bricks behind me for support as my back arched.
