Fuck.
“I'm not mad.” I said calmly and reached out to gently take his face in one hand, lifting it so I could see his face. His eyes were wet and he had a stray tear running down his cheek. “Why are you crying Songbird?” I asked, leaning in to brush a kiss across his lips.
His hips stilled and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I– it– I don't like when you're mad and it's too much and not enough.” He rushed out.
A smirk crossed my face and I kissed his head, running my finger tips over his ribs, relishing in his shiver. “You want to cum.”
“God, yes.”He breathed, arching into my touch. “On your cock, not this toy.”
“Can a toy not satisfy you?” I asked with a grin.
“Not since you took my virginity, take fucking responsibility. Prick.” He sniffed.
I laughed at that and pulled back just enough to look at his face. You'd think seeing him cry would have softened the hard on I'd been sprouting since he sent that picture.
It only made my cock twitch harder.
“I'll take responsibility.” I promised and kissed him before standing and pulling him with me, letting the toy fall from his hole. “What hurts?”
“My dick.” He shivered, tattoo bobbing as he swallowed. “Fuck it feels weird being empty now.”
“Just that?” I asked, smirking at his other comment.
“Yes.” He rubbed his eyes and gave a huff.
I grabbed his hips and tossed him on the bed, smirking when he yelped. “Good.” My chest vibrated with a low growl and I pulled my shirt over my head and shucked my jeans before climbing over him and pushed him into the bedding face first, sliding my cock into his open hole.
He gave a low moan as I entered him, turning his head to the side. “Ethan!”
“Shit, baby, how much lube did you use for that toy? You're so fucking wet still.” I groaned, fucking him fast, my hips slapping against his ass.
“Half a bottle.” He moaned, trying to push his ass out to meet my thrusts but I didn’t let him, keeping his body trapped between me and the bed.
I was using him like he used my toy. Only, I'd make sure we both came in the end.
“Ethan, I can't, I can't. I'm gonna cum!” He whimpered, biting his lip, his hole clamping down like a vice around me.
“Cum for me Songbird, but it won't end with one orgasm.” I promised with a hard thrust of my hips.
“Oh,fuck!” He sucked in a gasp as his first orgasm took over. Malcolm pressed his face into the bedding, shouting as he came.
I really thought he might pass out with how pent up he was, but my Songbird was always surprising me.
“Such a good boy for me.” I cooed, feeling his hole twitch around me. Leaning down, I nipped his ear before I whispered; “Give me another.”
Mal lifted his face from the covers, sucking in a breath. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”
I snorted, but I was relieved he was back to normal. As much as his tears seemed to turn me on, I didn’t like seeing him upset in that way. If he was going to cry, it was going to be from too much pleasure, not because he was scared, I was mad.
My hands gripped his hips, and I fucked down into him, grinding against him.
“Don't tease me, I'm so fucking worked up.” He moaned, clenching around me again.
“Good. I want to see you come undone while I use you like a toy.”
He gasped, looking over his shoulder, mouth gaping like a fish as he tried to find words.
“That’s your punishment for going through my toys.Being one for me.” I grinned, all teeth.
