It takes all of my strength not to flip our positions and pound into him, but if I do I will blow much faster than I want to.
Yet watching him like this as he neglects his leaking, desperate cock and pleases only me does something I can’t deny.
I’d suck his dick into my mouth if I could, but I’m not flexible enough so I let myself enjoy what he’s giving me instead, my balls tightening as he moves perfectly. “Look at your cock, baby boy. Do you need relief?”
Judging by the confusion on his face as his pace falters, he forgot all about himself. “Oh fuck,” he gasps. “Squeeze it please. Hard.”
Such a giver. “One squeeze, and don’t come. You haven’t earned it yet, doll.”
When I reach up and squeeze the base, he whimpers my name, but his eyes darken and he nods with a heavy breath. “I won’t come, Lee. I promise.”
His hips move again, faster this time, his desperation showing in every breath he takes, and I swear I fall even harder. I’ve seen beauty in cities across the world, and none of it holds a candle to him. “Say you’re mine. Who does this ass belong to?”
“You,” he moans. “I’m yours.”
“That’s my boy.” I thrust up a little harder as I near the edge. “Mine. Your ass was made to be flooded with my cum, wasn’t it, doll?”
My feral little soulmate makes the most adorably stressed sound as he nods like a bobble head. “Please, Lee. Two wasn’t enough, I need another. Come inside me.”
Fuck. I was trying to drag out his torture a little longer, but those three words kill me every single time. “Sidney,” I growl, pinning his ass to me so he feels every single throb of my cock, and I feel the precum leaking out of his.
“I’m so full,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I can take three more.”
“You can and you will.” I wrap one fist around his cock and the other around his throat. “Keep moving.”
“Yes, sir. Can I kiss you?”
I was going to make him wait, but the desperation in those beautiful sky blue eyes has me needing the kiss as much as he does.
After a quick nod I meet him halfway, and immediately suck his tongue into my mouth as he fucks my fist. I’ll never get over how feral he is when he kisses me, like it’s better than the sex itself, like he’s starving and can’t get enough. His hips jerk as he humps my hand and breaks the kiss only long enough to bite my bottom lip with an adorable little growl, and it makes my cock pulse. “Fuck, I love you so much,” I breathe before catching him in another messy kiss.
I’ve never felt as desired or powerful as I do when he melts into it. It’s my cock in his ass holding my cum in, my tongue in his mouth, my name he whispers when I let him breathe for a moment. And the way his hips jerk like he’s in heat... fuck. I don’t know how I stayed away so long.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “Am I allowed to come?”
“Yeah, come for me, baby. Show me how much you love having my cock in your ass.”
His lips find mind again as he ruts into my fist over and over, only pausing when his hips falter and he makes a mess of both of us.
The sound of it has me growling into his mouth as I work him through it. “There he is. Give me every drop, Sidney.”
He finally stills, kissing me one more time. “I think I’ll run out before you do.”
“Here, I’ll give you some back.”
I lift my fingers up to his lips, humming approval as he slowly licks them clean, cherishing every drop.
I mutter sweet praises and give him another load before Bash and Alaina arrive, and then I spend the whole afternoon staring at how beautiful he is. I’ll never get over it, I’ll never get overhim, and if I’m lucky maybe he won’t ever get over me either. Sidney Crane is it for me.
Sidney
I don’t know what’s better — having my ass split open or the feeling of Levi’s tattoo gun coloring in the last of my roses. Lucky for me, I’m currently getting both.
When I originally tattooed half my body with roses, I didn’t intentionally leave them blank. My artist suggested they’d look better on my body as outlines instead of fully shaded tats, and he was right — but it also gave me an opportunity to make it all up to Levi. He never complained or tried to make me feel bad about the reasoning behind them, but I know it hurt him deeply to see me covered in reminders of how many times he hurt me. Now, he’s spent the better part of the last two years spoiling the hell out of me and got his own gun so he can erase the pain written across my skin.
Now, we’re down to the last one.
“What color did you pick?” I ask, wiggling my ass just enough to make him hiss. “Green?”
