“Please…,” I fucking whimper.
His husky laughter from behind me raises goosebumps over every inch of my skin. “You’ll get it soon enough, Bean.” He finishes with a loudwhackto my ass. Without warning, he spreads my knees farther apart, to the point my thighs and cock are flat on the bed. His hands grip my ass cheeks, aggressively massaging and parting them, sliding his cock up and down my crease. “Fuck, this ass is so perfect.”
There’s that word again, but it doesn’t hit as hard as it did last time.
He pulls back for long enough to squeeze lube onto his bare cock—no barriers between us tonight, just like we discussedbeforehand—then lines himself up and slams into me in one thrust. Despite having worn the butt plug all day, I see stars and cry out when he bottoms out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…Gabe,” I mutter once the first shock wears off. He pauses, obviously concerned, with his hands softly caressing my thighs and back.
He leans forward over me and mumbles in my ear, “Bean, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
I knew he would do this. I told him earlier today I wanted it rough—to hurt. He promised he wouldn’t worry unless I said my safe word. I look over my shoulder and tell him, “No. And please don’t ask me again.”
A fleeting frown crosses his face before he pulls back and thrusts into me again. He places one hand behind my neck, pushing my face harder into the mattress. His other hand on the top of my shoulder prevents me from moving farther up the bed with each savage pounding into me.
“You’re taking this cock so fucking well, baby,” Gabe growls out through gritted teeth. “That hole is so hungry for me. Do you like my cock, Bean? Tell them how much you like me wrecking your hole.”
Between the abuse on my ass and the painful grip his hands have on me while his words prickle my ears, I’m almost overstimulated and I’m loving every second of it. My dick isn’t getting much attention between the mattress and my stomach, and with the cock ring still stopping any chance of me coming anytime soon, I’m left begging for more.
“Give me that fucking cock, you fucking pussy.” I provoke him a little further. “Can’t even fuck a man hard enough to make him come.”
His sinister laughter is a little intimidating before he moves one of his hands to my lower back, and he shoves a finger from the other into my ass alongside his cock, stretching me evenmore. I feel the adrenaline whoosh through my veins as he’s pumping into me—his fingers and cock in perfect rhythm.
“Look at your greedy hole sucking all of me in,” Gabe growls out. “Fucking beautiful.”
I want to turn and look at him—to see the filthy expression on his face I know is there—but I’m too lost in the moment. When he shoves a second finger inside me, the fullness is overwhelming. When he smacks my ass again—thewhackechoing in the room—I begin to see stars behind my lids.
Gabe’s grunting changes to a low groan as he slows down and removes his fingers from me. There’s a cold breeze along my crease as he spreads me wide. Now feeling even more exposed, I turn to look over my shoulder to find Gabe staring at his cock slowly sliding in and out of me. His spit slides down to my hole, and his hooded eyes turn sinful, like he’s about to defy all that’s holy.
I need to come so bad, but I know he’s not going to let me, not yet. A whimper escapes me, and Gabe’s eyes slowly find mine—he looks drunk with desire. He pulls out of me and comes around to unchain me from my restraints. His hands are warm against my cold wrists—the cuffs having cut off circulation a little—before he lets go and joins me on the bed.
For a moment I thought he was going to take me out of here, but then he wraps one of his big hands around my throat and flips me over. He climbs on top of me, and I barely get to inhale before his cock pushes into my hole again, and I know he’s just destroyed any chance of me walking the next couple days. The pressure from his hands on my throat and the back of my knee, along with how sore my ass will be, is just what I asked from him. With his bare cock sliding in and out of me, the barbells feel even better. There’s so much pressure built up in my dick that Ihaveto palm it.
“Don’t you fucking dare try to come,” Gabe growls at me, grunting like a madman as he continues fucking me even harder.
Godfuckingdammit. Why is that so hot?
I curse him internally and keep my hands busy teasing his nipples to obey his orders. His body responds under my fingertips with prickling goosebumps, his moans joining the others coming from the rooms surrounding us.
He gives no warning before he pulls out and shoots his cum onto my dick, covering it from base to tip, and his fiery eyes never leave mine. His body spasms as the sounds of a feral animal leave his mouth, and with this godforsaken cock ring still on, all I have is my cock’s angry, purple head leaking so much I want to beg for mercy.
As soon as he’s shot all of his cum onto me, he drops to his stomach. The warmth of his mouth encases my entire shaft until his nose hits my pelvis, and with a fistful of hair, I hold him there while his fingers unlock the cock ring. He sucks me so hard from base to tip—giving extra attention to the head—that he only has to do it once before I’m exploding into him and fulfilling my debt.
“Ahhh fuck. Gabbbbbeeee.”
I hear nothing else but the crumbling of every wall I’ve ever built.
Chapter Twenty-One
A Great Day Goes Terribly Wrong
Gabe
It’s been a little over a week since we went back to the club—a little over a week since I almost said ‘I love you’ to Ender. That feeling has only gotten stronger and harder to keep to myself. The more time we spend together, the more I’m enamored byeverything about him. He doesn’t seem as guarded as usual and, in turn, has been sharing more pieces of himself and his past with me. Ender’s father suffered from an injury at work and needed pain meds to cope while he recovered. That’s how his parents’ drug habit began, or at least how he thinks—he was too young to know all the details. By the time he was old enough to understand what had happened on his own, they were neck-deep in addiction. That’s the extent of his parents’ addiction he’s told me about. Anything is better than nothing, and it means he’s putting his trust in me. It makes me believe Connor and Kaden could be right.
Today, we’re finally getting to redo our rage room date, and I can’t wait to see him let loose. I’m taking him to my favorite spot for a quick-bite-to-eat place afterward.
When he opens his door, I melt a little from that perfect smile he shows so often now, but I’ll still never get tired of it.
“What are you up to, Blue?” he says, sniffing the stargazer lilies before taking them from me.
