Maybe that’s one reason why it was hell with my ex. He never gave me this. He was the opposite of what I craved, and I should’ve found a way to walk away sooner.
Keo doesn’t even need words. The smirk, the groans, the way he touches me—it’s all the worship I’ve ever wanted.
“Touch yourself.” His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me steady as he drives deep into my throat. “But don’t come…fuuuck.”
The second my hand wraps around my cock, my eyes roll back. I stroke myself as he buries every inch inside me, my nose brushing the trimmed patch of hair at his base.
I can’t breathe, and the dizzy head-rush only makes my balls tighten harder with the need to release. I squeeze just under the head, desperate for control.
Air floods my lungs as he pulls me back. I’m ready to dive back in, but instead he bends down and crashes his mouth to mine. His hand circles my throat—not harsh, just enough pressure that when he straightens, he lifts me with him. I push to my feet, and in one seamless movement, he swings us under the spray.
A strained sound leaves him—pained, maybe—but before I can ask, his hand closes around my cock. Then I feel his piercing dragging along the underside of me as he grips us together.
That groan of discomfort twists into a raw grunt of lust.
The sensation of our cocks sliding, pressing, jerking against each other, has me thrusting desperately into his fist. My skin feels electric, every nerve lit as I pant and lock my arms around his neck. I don’t dare pull him tighter, not when it might slow the perfect rhythm of his strokes.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
“That’s it…” His voice is that same grumbly as when he wakes in the morning, causing a chill to run down my spine. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want to come. Please.”
His hand works us with perfect precision, and with every greedythrust, that piercing drags across my sensitive vein. My jaw clenches on instinct, the old urge to bite back my sounds. But Keo groans against my mouth, reminding me silence is the last thing he wants.
“Come with my name on your tongue, Ayden. Don’t hold back. I want to fucking hear you.” His free hand tightens around my throat, tilting my head as his whisper brushes my ear, heavy with his own unraveling. “Come for me.”
“Fuck! Keoni, I’m—” My words collapse into a moan as my stomach knots tight, and I break, just like he ordered. “That’s it—please, please…”
My release tears through me, hot and relentless, spilling across my stomach in sync with his. His body shudders against mine, trembling with the same force as my own. Then his teeth sink into my shoulder, sharp enough to sting, and the pain makes the orgasm I’m still trembling from intensify.
He wastes no seconds and slides his hand up my stomach, gathering the mess before the water washes it away. When my haze finally clears, I watch him raise his cum-slicked fingers to his mouth. The sight alone has me biting the corner of my lip.
Catching my stare, he grips the back of my head and yanks me into him, crushing his mouth to mine. His tongue thrusts in as I open, and the moment I taste us on him, desperation rushes through me. I groan into him, sucking and biting, hungry for every last drop.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating my insides, and the sensation feels like possession itself.
“All fucking mine.” His amber eyes soften, shifting from raw lust to something that roots me in place. Nurturing. Passion.Need. That gentle glow has butterflies tearing through the place I’d thought was long dead.
My hands drift up his back, molding our bodies together. His fingers tangle in my hair, his arm wrapping protectively around my neck, as if anchoring me here with him.
Then he smiles, and it’s brilliant. It’s the kind of smile that makes me believe I’ll never be alone again.
Fucking Christ. It gives me life.
And knowing that I caused it? This look he gives me. I’ll become addicted to the high of it; I have no doubt.
“All mine,” I say just before he kisses me again. And again. And again.
For the first time in so long, I don’t feel hollow—I feel whole.
34
Ayden tugs his shirt over his head, and the moment his face is free, I lean in and claim his mouth.
He lets out a soft laugh as I loop my arm around his back, pulling him flush to me.
“So”—he attempts to lean back, but I don’t allow it— “insatiable.”
