I stare down at his winking hole and the mark I left on him. “It’s not over.”
“Not over?” he asks, his gaze slightly hazy as he looks back over his shoulder.
“No. I didn’t get what I wanted.”
His eyes widen slightly, and he scrambles up, the crunch of leaves beneath him making my monster perk up.
“What do you want?” he asks as he crawls forward once more, trying to get away. He hasn’t learned. I will always come for him.
I reach out and drag his body back to mine. I’m a mess; so is he. But I don’t care. For the first time in a long time, I don’t fucking care.
I flip him over and grab his wrists, pulling them over his head. He blinks up at me, wetting his lips, his cock still hard and leaking.
I reach down with my free hand and squeeze it, milking the rest of his cum from it.
He groans loudly as I work him dry, and then I stare at him.
“What do you want?” he asks breathlessly.
I hesitate a moment and then decide that honesty is the best option. Hiding how I feel has gotten me nowhere.
“I want to fuck you until you scream.”
He spreads his legs in an offering. “Take what you want. Take me.”
Hovering over him, I pull my cock from the confines of my pants and drag it down his wet crack. I find his hole easily.
I stare at it as I stroke myself. Am I really going to do this? Am I going to fuck him? Right here in the dirt like an animal?
Yes. Yes, I am.
“Do it. Do it,” Neo chants.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I line myself up. With an exhale, I push it in, feeling the tightness engulfing my hard length. It makes my eyelids flutter closed, makes the air squeeze from my lungs.
I groan, and so does he, his fingers fisting the wet earth beneath him. “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Give it to me.”
I agree. This is nice. Better than nice. An addiction.
I groan as I bottom out, trying to keep myself from thrusting, from taking him too hard. But it’s a lot; overwhelming in the worst ways. I’ve never felt this out of control, felt myself spiraling in the best way. My hips meet his ass, and he flexes around me, making me gasp, my fingers digging into his hips.
“Fuck me, Wylder.Fuck.Me.”
I exhale and then pull out, the slow drag of my cock against his rim making me shiver and shake; an assault on my senses.
And when my dick is hovering around his rim, I shove back in, making him gasp, his body sliding through the soil, wet and slick. Just like him. I do it again. And again. Fucking him until his head is pressed up against the trunk of a tree, his hands clutching the bark, holding himself still as I take him.
“You’re gonna take it. All of it, until I’m done,” I moan with each forward thrust.
He just nods, gulping down my commands, swallowing them whole.
I piston my hips back and forth, tunneling into his tight channel, taking him until we’re both a mess of sweat and dirt, mud caking our skin, our eyes closed in bliss.
When I tip over the edge, Neo is screaming, his back arching up, his hand weaving into my hair. I bite his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the way he trembles as he works himself to completion. His hole clenches around me as he comes, and it squeezes me so hard I feel dizzy from it.
I fill him with a grunt, my entire body tightening, like a band ready to snap. It aches, hurts, makes my mouth open and close in an attempt to breathe. And when I come down from it, I find myself blinking away the white spots in my vision.
“Fuck,” Neo says, his voice hoarse. “What the fuck,” he murmurs, and then lets out a small laugh. “That was the hottest thing ever.”
