A choked sound escaped him, and I lost all semblance of control as I coated the back of his mouth with my seed. My hands released his hair, letting him pull away as I watchedourmess trickle down his chin. “Goodfuckingboy,” I praised.
Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he collected the remnants of me while using two fingers to gather every ounce coating his skin. Bringing them to his lips, he took his time sucking my essence from them, his eyes never leaving mine.
Without another moment to waste, my lips pressed against his, wanting my essence to taint me further. I needed him… needed him to understand how much I loved him.
He groaned into the kiss, opening for me and granting me access to the back of his throat. Cleaning what was left of me from his tongue, I wrestled playfully with him, knowing damn well that his cock was aching, every inch of him begging for attention after pleasing me.
Pulling back, I took in a breath before muttering the phrase I knew would unravel him further. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” he growled, gazing up at me. “But what if I was the one who wanted to be filled?”
“Then spit in your goddamn hand.” I looped my fingers through his belt, tugging harshly. “Off.”
“What do you want, Oren? My spit? Or for me to remove my fucking belt?” His timbre held a sharpened bite, one I knew was driven by a dire need to be tamed. “Make up your goddamn mind.”
“Belt,” I said, taking a step back. “Don’t fucking snap at me, Thorne. You might’ve been praised before, but again, it’s reserved for obedience.”
“You’re the one who couldn’t stay hard for longer than five minutes,” he quipped, slipping the leather through his belt loops before unfastening it. “Quite a new low, even foryou,Valens. Your composure is slipping, and I find it rather humorous if we wish to talk about being pathetic.”
“I’m not the one on my knees,Graves.” I kicked his feet apart, angling myself forward as I snatched the belt from his waist, a wicked thought rising to the surface.
“I may be on my knees, but I’m not the one who came in record time.”
Ignoring his desperate plea for dominance, I wrapped the belt around his hands, giving them a sufficient tug before looping it through one of the handles on the drawers. I curled my hand around his neck and shoved him until his back was flush against the kitchen island. “Shutup.”
His lips curled into a sneer as he yanked against the makeshift binding. “Make me.”
My hand tightened, a wicked smirk planting itself on my face as I squeezed. “Aw, you’re asking me tomakeyou, but love, you’re practically begging for a touch. The more you talk, the longer it takes for me to fill you.”
Contemplation flashed in his irises, but just as quickly as it was there, it vanished. Holding my gaze, his brows furrowed, apparent agitation dispelling itself across his features. Even though its presence became undeniable, he didn’t utter a single word.
“That’sa good boy,” I uttered, licking my bottom lip as I uncurled my fingers, allowing them to trace his chest before unbuttoning his pants. With a single tug, I pulled them down, but let my fingers rest along the hemline of his briefs.
His hips shifted subtly, his hardness undeniable beneath the taut fabric. Groaning, his head fell back against the cupboards, his chest sinking with a defeated exhale.
At that groan, I slipped my thumbs under the fabric and pulled, releasing his cock. I moaned at the sight, my fingers barely grazing it.
“Fuck,” he hissed, a slight blush coating his cheeks alongside his vulnerable need. “O-Oren…”
The pad of my finger swiped over the tip, collecting the bead as I placed it on my tongue. “Hmm?” I asked, raising a brow.
His hips rolled forward, striations dancing across his thighs. Tugging against the belt once more, the cupboard jerked forward, a sharp crack following. “I will ruin your fucking kitchen island if you keeptoyingwith me.”
I grinned. “All you had to do was ask,” I said as my tongue swirled over two of my fingers. Once coated, I placed them in front of his lips. “Spit on them.”
Obeying, he gathered a mouthful of saliva, coating them both just as I’d asked. “What are you?—”
Without warning, I placed my other hand on his thigh and, like I’d done the first night we’d given ourselves to each other, I did the same. My fingers shoved into his entrance, angling my knee to rest beside his to gain the leverage I knew would inflict maximum pleasure.
His toes curled instantly, his head slamming back to greet the cupboard. “God, shit!”
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight.” I curled my fingers, my eyes meeting his gaze. “You want my cock?”
His back instinctively arched, a lengthened whine falling from him. “Y-Yes, please… I need… Y-You.”
“Fuck, I need you too,” I answered, unable to hold myself back any longer as I removed my fingers, a whimper escaping him at the sudden lack of me.
Already hard again, I placed my knee underneath his leg. Shifting him, it allowed me better access before I wrapped my hands around his hips. Using that as leverage, I thrust all the way into him, the immediate feeling both a sensation of relief and pleasure.
